Turning over a new leaf

So... as of the 26th of October, I am gallbladderless.
Seriously, that organ can suck it... she was no friend of mine.
The aftermath has been an eye opening situation. I feel tons better than I really should days after surgery. Needless to say, I am finding out what my limitations are very quickly. I cannot carry laundry baskets. I cannot walk thru Michaels for yarn then survive the rest of the day without a nap.
I also can't hang out with my daughter alone for 3 hours without requiring a nap.
I kind of feel like a really old lady.... that is awesome and not nauseous and can eat whatever the hell she wants!
I'm trying not to get too excited about getting back to running, and just concentrating on feeling better.

The recovery process has also held some sadness. I finally realized how bad I had been feeling on a daily basis... how sick I had become over the course of a year. A dear friend told me before my surgery, "You have a rotting organ inside of you. Some people will understand what that means and others won't. Don't apologize for feeling like crap."
It really was like a light switch. Like I am finally feeling like me again.
Y'all better watch out, cause I'm a total barrel of monkeys!

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Adventures of the 'stache

My husband played for a charity golf tournament this weekend. What came along with this adventure was a ridiculous beard. He decided that for this tournament, he needed a wicked handlebar mustache. Why, do you ask? I wish I had an answer. So, beginning with Thursday this week, he began systematically shaving down the full, bushy beard that he had been working on for weeks. First, there was the Chester Arthur: Then, there was the fu-manchu: Finally, he trimmed everything else down, and we were left with the handlebar... Doesn't it look like a fake? Like he went to Foy's and got a costume facial hair kit? It's almost too good to be true! The 'stache has since gone... maybe it will come and visit again one day. Also... I'm trying to get him to send the other pictures he took of the process... of course I will post such nuggets of joy upon receipt.

This might get graphic...

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