DAY 12

I slept in my bed again. WOO HOO. This time for 5 hours.

And I woke up depressed, again. My tummy is hard and sore. I had a microscopic poop yesterday, which offered no relief. I wonder if I should take matters into my own hands. I know I am stopped up because of the Vicodin. Maybe I will get something to help smooth things out.

I was having stinking thinking and thought I didn't want to go to the reunion tomorrow. TOMORROW! I can't believe it is here already. When I first heard about it I wanted to diet/exercise to be one hot momma when I walked in the doors. Instead, I am going to be a crippled old fat woman! LOL. I probably could have postponed the surgery so I could "enjoy" the reunion, but I wanted this more than a couple of drinks. I am not going to be able to overindulge for the rest of my life, I might as well start now. I am sure I can have fun and be a complete idiot without booze.

Anyway, I took some Vicodin and feel a little better. I also did some research on the web and found what I needed to know regarding my bowels and will take care of it. I checked out my class reunion website and got a transfusion of excitement.

Husband is still angry and hurt that I am not taking him to the reunion. Oh well. He didn't go to his own reunion, why on Earth would he want to go to mine? Because I will have fun without him? Prolly. What he doesn't realize is that I have fun every day I am without him. Whether he is at work or just out to the store.....Distance truly makes the heart grow fonder.