I feel like I am starting a trend. It's called Summer Surgery! Last summer was the great bunionectomy adventure. It involved multiple casts, braces, crutches and a walking boot. I learned I can crawl up 3 flights of stairs quite agiley when necessary. I learned how to cook on one leg and use a wheelchair to the best of my advantage. I learned that the pain as a 32 year-old is so much worse than the surgery I had at 16. I learned that some drugs are my friends and some drugs are useless.
This summer, not be outdone, my right thyroid decided to sporadically explode into an egg-like shape without rhyme, reason, hyper or hypothyroidism. 'Cause I'm cool like that. So July 3rd I had the pleasure of having it removed and spending the night at the hospital I work at. I am having far more fun with the scar than probably warranted. Before he was pulled we had nicknamed my goiter Fred. He was too blame for everything! If it snowed, rained, crazy traffic, crazy neighbors, broke a glass didn't matter! Now that's post-op my nephews keep teasing me that I'm going to die!!! (Which I'm not.) We decided to make a game of it. Now when I'm asked what happened I wanted to give a different story each time. The cat did it. A guitar string got out of control. I was bit by a shark (in a landlocked village.) My younger nephew is blaming pirates.
Isn't it fun to be me?