Did you think I died?!??! ;)

Yes yes, I am back. Back to work, back to the old grind and feeling good. Thank you to everyone for all of the kind wishes, good lucks, hope you're feeling better soons, happy birthdays, etc etc. Did I get it all in? Hope so.

Update central (Here it is and I hope I don't leave anything too important out):
Terry Fox Run 2005: Thank you to everyone who sponsored me in the Terry Fox Run this year. I managed to raise an impressive $660.00! unfortunately I never received the total for how much the Department of Finance raised but I believe it was a success. Tears were brought to my eyes when I saw 2 little children who had cancer in a rickshaw. Hopefully this disease will be a thing of the past - sooner rather than later.

September 26th: The parental units arrived before my surgery and we went out for dinner. Very nice. The next day I was pretty quiet and not a little bit worried. Worst fear was that it would be postponed for some reason.

September 28th: THE DAY. had to be at the hospital at 06:15 am which was OK once I was up. I was kind of drafty with 2 hospital gowns wrapped around me in a huge room full of strangers who were going through the same ordeal as I was. Got prepped, was brought upstairs, parallel parked my gurney outside theatre 12 and waited for Madame Hitler to arrive (aka my anathesiologist). Seriously, she had makeup caked on an inch thick, dyed blacker than black hair and yes, a mustache none-the-less. After the relaxing drug I took downstairs I'm afraid that it's the only thing I could stare at! I wonder if she took it out on me later (you'll understand soon).

Madame Hitler asked me (after she saw that Demerol was on my bright RED allergy wristband) what happens when I have demerol. I started to respond by saying "It makes me sick..." and she turned away saying "Oh it makes everyone sick" and then walked away and my surgeon then asked me another question. Into recovery I wake up with pain so bad I thought I was literally dying. The nurse came over asking me the most popular question of my stay "What is your pain level?" let's just say that I was in so much pain I couldn't talk. Another nurse came over to see me too and she looked at my wrist, looked at the chart and drip and asked "You didn't give her demerol did you?!?" Needless to say I was supposed to be in my room at 12:00 noon but didn't arrive until closer to 4:00pm. I survived none-the-less but I have to wonder why they bother putting on an allergy band (in order to basically speak for them) and then ignore the person who's clearly doped up and give them whatever drug you want.

Recovery was fine - went very well all for the exception of the old crabby bat of a woman who never stopped talking who was my roommate. A week after my surgery I went home to Meaford to recouperate and had a wonderful and relaxing time - all for the exception of all the dreams I had about work... but that's another story.

When I returned to Ottawa last weekend, I had some followup doctor's appointments. I guess I am still in my anger phase when I saw my endocrinologist - considering that if she had listened to me 3 and a half years ago when I asked for an ultrasound, or even 3 years when I asked her for the second time - I might have been able to KEEP my ovary. But then again I guess that's why god gives you 2 of most of everything... just in case.

This week will be sooo much fun I am really looking forward to it. The hilarious Brian Hope is back in O-Town for another stint at Absolute Comedy this week and I also get to visit Kat this weekend. Drü - will also be arriving in town this weekend to par-tay and visit so it will be a real reunion of sorts for most of the old Château Laurier staff. Looking forward to drinking fermented adult bevies with friends and hopefully not climbing any trees this time...

Well, that's it for me for now. You're all updated on my little life. Hope everything is going well with y'all and I'll chat and write some more soon.

Lanny ;)