This Crazy Life

Here I am again.  And, again, it's been quite a while.  I'm getting a little annoyed that sometimes real life takes over my lovely little world and I don't get to play as much.  My lovely little world has been changing over the past year, but I really got socked in November.  I've shared my woes with some of you, and you've been sooooo good to me - listening and comforting and scolding and promising to hide the bodies if it comes to that.  In November, a big fat tumor the size of a lemon was found in my groin.  After 10,000 tests (most of which involved enough radiation to wipe out my end of town), biopsies, consultations, yadda yadda yadda, the tumor was determined to be a pseudotumor - a tumor that is full of stuff like you would find in your vacuum cleaner bag.  Thankfully, not serious, but must come out.  And that's not even the big stuff.  The big stuff is this pseudotumor was created because my 10 year old metal on metal hip implant decided to do a strip tease and throw some trash into another part of my body.  Trash that includes cobalt and chromium.  Hello, poisoned system.  There are some very ugly side effects of cobalt/chromium poisoning.  Like memory loss.  Bwahahahaha - three years ago, I had a surgery and suffered hyponatremia.  That's sodium loss that causes brain injury.  Yep.  That's me.  So I really don't need any more brain loss.  I practically have to be lead around on a leash as it is. Here's the fun part - I have to have hip revision and tumor removal surgery on the 25th.  I can't even begin to tell you my feelings about this, so I'll shut it.  Anyway, the huzbin and then the sister are going to be my nurses for a few weeks.  They'll make recovery fun, because they're fun people and we love to laugh a lot.  Unless, by that time, my brain is totally gone.  Crap.  I know them - they'll still laugh a lot, and they'll laugh at me.  But that's okay because this family operates on humor.  That's how we handle just about everything, including the very bad things.  We're good at approaching and digesting the bad stuff, but then we always seem to find something comical in every single situation.  We've decided it's our healthy way of dealing with crap.  Speaking of crap, I think we need some warm weather.  We don't have that yet in my town, so I made these flowers for you.  When you make flowers, you get to create whatever you want, so deal with it.  If I can deal with this upcoming surgery, you can deal with weird flowers.