1) The Surgery: The doctor who told Mrs. G. she needed gallbladder surgery assured her there was no easier surgery in terms of recovery. "I had one patient," the doctor said, "who was back working in his dental practice the very next day." Not one to ignore a challenge, Mrs. G. took him at his word and 24 hours after surgery, she was back in full swing: shopping, decorating, baking, preparing for her daughter's arrival and the big holiday. Less than 48 hours later, she was back at the hospital with a fever, receiving antibiotics through an IV, her ass officially slowed down. She first felt human the day her parents arrived and she and her family spent a lovely, low key holiday hanging around, playing games and hanging around some more. It was intimate, merry and without incident. Mrs. G. hopes you all can say the same! Trust her, she thought of you.
2) The Cards: When Mr. G. brought in the first batch of mail a couple of days after Mrs. G. asked readers to send her a card, he was floored. "You what?!" he asked. "Mom, I thought that was kind of lame," Mrs. G's daughter admitted. Mrs. G's son had no opinion as he hasn't read her blog in four years. Mrs. will admit that she was only hours out of general anesthesia when that brilliant idea came to her, but she has no regrets. Your cards and notes have been a sure slant of light, a genuine bright spot (pictures to follow) during her hours on the couch, proof positive that while many question the nature and legitimacy of online relationships, they mean something to her because in her mind, connection is connection. Mrs. G. would have responded sooner, but her laptop mysteriously disappeared until her last pain pill was consumed. She suspects her family was trying to save her from herself.
Oh what the hell...
3) The New Year: Mrs. G. has high hopes and optimism for the coming year. She is full on excited for 2012 and what it will bring. She hopes many of you readers stick around, willing to share and experience another run on her crazy train. See you in 2012. Much love, Mrs. G.