I am not having my most fantabulous day. I didn't sleep very well, I got up and started getting ready for church... only to discover that discomfort was turning into stabbing pain... and back to bed I went. Probably another ruptured cyst. If you've never had a ruptured ovarian cyst, here's the medical protocol: 1) Call the doctor's office. 2) Wait for the doc on call to call you back. 3) Describe symptoms to doc on call. 4) Doc on call tells you to go to the ER for an ultrasound. 5) Head to ER, wait for 3-4 hours. 6) Have ultrasound. 7) Doctor comes in, looks at films, and declares it was a...
On the bright side: Theresa's decadent chocolate chip cookies did thrust me into minor celebrity status this afternoon. From the first bite, the heaping plate I'd brought to the doctor's office circulated around at light speed to everyone who remained, and several employees came over to me, eyes full of awe and wonderment, to ask what exactly was in these cookies. So I think it's safe to say they were hit. Also, nothing bad can happen to you in a place that has this blessing on the wall, right? (Discovered today when I used a bathroom I hadn't been in before.) On the down side: it seems my...
I promised the scheduler at my doctor's office (the one who was able to pull several hundred strings and get my surgery scheduled for the one week the kids will be away) a batch of cookies. She probably thought I was joking. Now, to be sure, I joke about many, many things. But I never joke about dessert. Some things are sacred. So great is my admiration for this woman, I decided that she deserved Really Good Cookies. Naturally that meant I headed over to Bakerina's. I recalled she'd posted an excellent-sounding recipe for chocolate chip cookies. But, alas, the recipe was a link to Theresa at...
Fair warning: gentlemen, you may wish to avert your eyes. The backstory: I have a very uncooperative reproductive system. I have suffered from severe endometriosis since my teens. It's a complete pain in the ass, or, to be more specific, it's a complete pain in the lower abdominal area and sometimes the back, much of the time. My uterus was reluctantly coaxed into hosting the Chickadee and the Monkey until their respective baking times had elapsed, but even that was quite the production. And the bleeding... oh the joy, the bleeding! If bleeding were an Olympic sport, I would be a contender....
