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So Christmas time was busy for me.  I posted briefly about my surgery and I claimed that it went well and I suppose for all intents and purposes it was fine but I was still hopped up on whatever numbing, pain management crap they gave me so I didn’t *feel* anything at that point.  I went so far as to wear my brand new Lucky (read: spendy) Happy-Christmas-to-Me jeans to the in-law’s Christmas gathering with–get this–brand new red high heels (will explain later) and BOY, did I start suffering later.  I was pretty much fine until the time came to lug our children and their crap up the steep-steep-steep driveway in high heels with my leg literally feeling like it was splitting apart.  Then I was not so fine.  Whimpering, teary-eyes and moaning.  And then I got home and into comfy stretchy pants and started paying dearly for my frivolity.  I was punished, friends.

I ended up sleeping on my back with my leg propped up on a pillow jerking myself wide awake everytime I moved as the pain shot through my leg and my wound threatened to tear open.

Merry Christmas to ME!

But, I donned my comfy pants,opened presents with the kids and ended up at Christmas at my parents’ house where I was somewhat mobile and somewhat bolstered by the drugs I had wholeheartedly embraced the night before.  I was also infinitely coddled and plied with cookies and other such comfort foods.  And then there was the pumpkin pie.

On Friday, I brazenly proceeded with my plan to go The Day After Christmas Shopping (really just an excuse for Hot Krispy Kreme Donuts) with my SIL, Alexis (a tradition we started last year) and even managed to drag my sister, Dawn into it and, later, my SIL Kelley.  THAT was a mistake.  About halfway through Target, I started getting nauseous and my vision was cloudy and I got really hot and I literally had to force myself to keep moving until I got to a chair–which was located in the not-as-yet-open Popcorn and refreshment area.  At which point the poor Target employee called out right before I sat down that this area wasn’t open and I halfheartedly responded as I turned to him that I just needed a place to sit for a minute.  His face kind of froze and he immediately asked me if I needed something because I didn’t look so good…water, perhaps?  And when my sisters (in-law) got to me, they were immediately all mother hen-ish and clucking after me and I ended up in the car while they finished up purchasing and I regained control of myself.  I did brave Best Buy so that I could lust over the camera that I wanted and nearly lost it again and decided that I had better not push my luck anymore and called it a day–but not before purchasing “Guitar Hero; World Edition,  Complete Set” which I figured I deserved.  Well, Bryan got a video game after his vasectomy…why couldn’t I get a video game as well?  Aside: I suck at this game.

In any event, besides the whole pain and overdoing it and recovering from minor surgery and such, my Christmas really was great.

The kids, first thing in the morning on Christmas:

Reading the letter from Santa

Now you can see why we call Malyn dandelion fluff in the mornings.  Her hair is….interesting.

And this is a horrible, horrible picture of the two of them, but it was the best I got *sigh*.

And if you get grossed out looking at blood, wounds, etc, I suggest you choose to end it here because YOU KNOW I have some pictures of my wound after surgery.

Bryan took this picture–you can tell from the fuzziness and general lack of caring about how the picture looked.  Just sayin’.  This was taken the day of the surgery.

This was taken the day after surgery.  Yeah, I managed to focus it so you could *really* see the icky blood and all.  You’re welcome.

I didn’t get a picture on the second day after surgery which is probably when it looked the worst–I WAY overdid it and the swelling was horrendous.

Today–the third day after surgery.  What I have not managed to capture is just how swollen the area was/is.  So just trust me when I say that my thigh isn’t normally QUITE as HUGE as it looks.  But this one manages to capture how…extensive the area is.

I have NO IDEA why he wrote “yes” on my thigh.  Just no idea, really.

Also, I apologize for the crappy, unedited images from Christmas.  I haven’t had a lot of computer time lately so it was either throw up a good post with no pictures, edit pictures and not get them posted for a couple more days or half-ass both post and pictures.  And because we embrace mediocrity around here, I went for the post with crappy pictures.  Although I did manage to crop out the pubic area I could not seem to get out of the frame.

Oh, and WHY is my computer time limited, you might ask?  Well, because we got an {almost} surprise visit from my bio-dad and his wife.  Wheeeeeeeeee!

It just Never.Freakin’.Ends around here.

Also, I will try to, in the future, refrain from posting pictures of my thighs on the internet.  First of all, I believe it will deter future visitors and secondly, that will put my right up at the top of the “spam that site” list.  Imagine all that googling going on.  Yeesh.

Just a quick update (more details later, obviously) letting you know that the surgery went well.  The thing cut out appears to be just a mass of fatty tissue (as we suspected) but the doctor sent it out for evaluation or whatever anyway.