I'm pleased to report I barely made it, they tried to kill me! survived gall bladder surgery. In spite of what I'd heard and read, recovery wasn't exactly swift and easy. I'm supposed to return to work today, but I'm still taking pain medication which makes me tired, and I can barely eat anything. So we'll see.
While I was incapacitated, July arrived. We're now in the seventh month of this year.
Time continues to fly by whether I'm half dead from surgery an active participant or not.
In spite of all outward appearances, this blogger blog is still alive, although barely. Last week my internet was down for a few days, but it wasn't as if I had any pictures to share anyway. Since then, however, I made a trip down to Aarons Beach one evening and snapped these and several others I'll post later in the week.
Speaking of later in the week, I apologize in advance for whatever more-inane-than usual gibberish may find its way to this blog the next time I post. More than likely I will be under the influence of heavy-duty pain medication from the surgery I'm having on Tuesday. Although I am looking forward to some mandated bed rest and any excuse not to have to drive 100 miles a day to and from work, I can't say I'm looking forward to the surgery itself.
Assuming everything goes as it should, though, all of this will soon be behind me, and I can get back to life without fear of a gall bladder attack. And I'll return to complaining about other things, such as my commute and the weeds that are taking over my yard and the ants that are so rampant in my house they are drafting up an eviction notice they intend to serve me any day now.