Getting out and about....

So last Thursday I went "out" at night, all by myself, without my husband or kids, and even drove there myself.  Now, I'll be the first to admit that it wasn't to go out "club'in", or to have a few beers, or even to meet a friend at Taco Johns to pig out on some Mucho Bravo Ole's, or whatever the hell those are.  It was a Bunko party at my cousin's house.  There is a reason people serve abundant alcohol and food at a Bunko party.  'Cause folks, Bunko is stupid.  Maybe I'm saying that because I actually tied for dead last at the end of the night or maybe I'm saying it because I am not a big randome dice kind of game lover.  But the fun part was getting out and gossiping with all of these ladies~  God I miss gossip and talking to anyone above the age of 9.

Most of these ladies were either dental hygenists or worked in a dental office setting of some sort.  You've never seen a room full of the whitest, cleanest teeth in the world.  It was hard to hide my coffee/wine stained chompers while sipping my beverage of choice for the night, Bud Light lime.  I'd never make it at a dental office with my horrible bad habits.  I'd be broke trying to keep the image.

I've been walking still, even though it's been cold outside...the wind just rips through you and it.is.cold.  But I've only got a couple of weeks left before returning to work, so I just keep trudging along, knowing my walking/lifting/rehab etc, will be shortened, if not cut all together once, I go back to 40 a week.  Nothing like a half million dollar hospital bill to not only be completely appreciative of  your job, but the insurance they offer.  Unbelievable.

It may end up snowing a bit tomorrow, so I'll be walking early and bundling up for the rest of the day.  Keep warm and safe my blogging friends!

I think I want a Hoveround....

Those commercials always intrigue me...you know what I mean.  The one where the guy is singing in his Hoveround and it shows Grandma and Grandpa about 6 inches from the edge of the Grand Canyon.  I don't want to live in one, by any means, but I could see myself cruising down to the neighbors and maybe taking a trip to Cancun or something like that.

I am also returning to work very soon and actually looking forward to it.  I went in for a few hours the other day and things felt "normal".  And since I haven't had that feeling for a couple of months now, it was, well, nice.  Not sure how to fit in my daily nap (which can occur anywhere from 10am-4pm, depending on my mood) but the small details will work themselves out.

I will say that I'm going to miss my Physical Therapy sessions and the people there.  My fellow PT-ers (who are all about 89 years old and most have weird monitors and tubes coming from all kinds of orifices) finally started to accept me and called me "honey" and "sweety" and congratulated me on my progress.  When I first started I had to take the outside lane on the walking track around the room and watch someone's great Grandma zip by me carrying her oxygen bottle on the inside lane and giving me the "I'm kicking your ass" smile each time.  I finally graduated to the inside lane and boy did I show her (not really, but it was nice to be in the "fast lane").   And I'll miss Christine, who not only got me walking again, but showed me that I can do 4,589 squats and even though I had to pee standing up to avoid using those quad muscles, I can survive. :-/

I went to my gym to just check it out and see what machines I can use and what is going to have to wait.  It seems like I've been trying to lose weight my whole life, and to be at the gym to increase muscle mass and endurance seemed strange to me, yet very refreshing.  So when I go back to work, I'll still be going to the gym and working on being fit, even if a half marathon isn't quite in the near future.  Hell, maybe it is, and I just don't know it yet. 

With that, my dear friends, I'm signing off....

The days go by and sometimes I forget to keep all fourteen of my loyal followers an update on the life of Bobbi and my drivel observations.

I know now that I will never be able to thank everyone that impacted my life or that of my family's while I was in the hospital.  As I start to go back to the things in my life that were "normal" for me... I run into countless friends and aquaintenances and their friends and their family members and friends after that.....who were all kind enough and cared enough to pray and support me and my family. And guess what my dear friends...I needed EVERY.SINGLE.PRAYER.  One less and I may not have made it.  No kidding.

So "Heil Christine" (my physcial therapist) has been at it again.  OMFG.  (Oh My Fucking God).  We did 30 half squats with the ball, 30 full squats and then 30 wall squats.  I pretty much had to pee standing up for the next 3 days.  Harder than you think, by the way.  So now I am nobody's hero and will certainly make mention when I think too much is, well, so much that I have to slide down the stairs on a sled.

My ass still has no shape and I have to wear a swim suit to my oldest daughters Birthday Party on Sunday.  woo hoo.  (lower cases were purposeful and that was supposed be to dripping with sarcasm)  I'm currently looking for spanx-the swim suit version.  No luck so far...I'll keep you posted.

My floppy foot is in better condition and no longer catching on, well, everything.  I know the real test will be this summer, when we are camping, I am wearing my flip flops and we start the day out with either a red beer or a bloody mary and end it the same way, with several variations of both throughout the day. 

With that, I'll bid you all a good night, and promise to blog soon!

Whenever you find you are on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
- Mark Twain

I love this quote because this is why I joined my Rodan + Fields business and I have never looked back.  If you are interested AT.ALL.  or just have questions, please let me know and message me on FB!! 

Doomsday and being a statistic~

Ok, I'll admit, I watched the two series premir of "Doomsday Preppers" last night and now I have the uncontrolable urge to go to Costco and buy up every bag of beans that they have.  And maybe that big bag of gummy bears too (you know that they have enough preservatives in them, that they'll last for decades...).  Some of those people mean some serious business.  Most of them have several hundred guns and they all know how to lock, load, aim and shoot.  It's pretty impressive to say the least.  One set of folks were preparing their community with songs, welcoming gestures and love, as they don't like guns and think that if they invite people into their community and show them how to grow food and sing songs, violence will be averted.  You know that they'll be the first to be wiped out.  Idiots.  If Doomsday does show up, I'll look like GI Jane...with a saggy butt and a pot belly.

I also found out that I have a funky kidney.  Not in the sort that it wears tie dye and has a big peace sign on it.  But it's smaller and only functions half as well as my other kidney.  Shitballs.  So now I have to take care of the big one like she's Ghandi.  Crazy, huh?  So if any of you were hoping that I would be a donor to you some day, you are going to have to wait for quite some time.  Unless you only need half a kidney.  Then, I'm your girl!  Another fact to chew on: Septic Shock Death Rate is 25-50%.  I thank God every day that I am on the other side of that 50% and I am a living statistic.  God Bless you all!  xoxo

Life, Love, and Pain....

Yes, I'm still alive and well and rehabbing my ass off.  Speaking of which, my ass is actually very flabby.  I lost 30 pounds in the hospital, and the weird thing is, it truly was all muscle.  No shit!  My legs and arms look skinny now, yet I still have this little pot belly and my damn ass is dragging down to the back of my knees.  Don't you think those Docs could've done a little "pick me up" with some of those saggy areas while they were doing emergency surgery to save my life??  (I'm being sarcastic here folks...or maybe just a little wishful...)

But...my Physical Therapist, Heil Christine The Super Nazi, is whipping me into shape.  OMG.  I usually ask her to carry me back out to my car, and when she laughs in my face like I'm joking, I look longingly at those lucky old ladies with their wheel chairs and curse those PT girls in the hospital that got me up and walking.  Bags....

I also took a cute picture of the fun med's a get to take 3 times a day...good times for sure. 

So if any of my 10 readers are 'script junkies, you can see how secure my drugs are.  Yikes.  Maybe I should just take all the lids off, and have a blinking light right to them for the kids.  Ya think?  Yeah..maybe this is a parental fail, but you can just add it to the list.  There have been several hundred in just the last few weeks. 

Off to take a percacet and about 35 minutes right after that, it's lights out for Ms. Bobbi.  Trust me, these drugs are pretty safe.  Hell, I can hardly get the damn lids off most of the time.  Nighty night BlogWorld!