Hey Look It's Me!

And how am I? I am okay. This fall really was vile, though. VILE! And I don't want to write about it!

For one thing, whenever I tell people about what happened, they're like "I KNOW SOMEONE WHOSE GALLLBLADDER EXPLODED AND THEY DIED!" or "Yeah, that happened to me. I didn't whine nearly anywhere near as much as you are." Frankly, both schools of comments make me feel sort of bitter and crabby.

Doo doo doo, what else? I AM SO SKINNY NOW! Dude. You have no idea. I was a chubby regular mom sort before The Great Gallbladder Storm of '10, but now I'm freaking GAUNT, which has led to me being startled whenever I walk in front of a mirror in my underwear, which I happen to do really frequently now. I don't recommend my weight-loss technique, however, no matter how amusing it is to be able to count my ribs again.

Funnily enough, because I got sick at the beginning of October/end of September, I still feel like I'm frozen there - know what I mean? - and instead it's almost Christmas and I am so not ready. It's St. Nicholas Day on Monday and we are NOT prepared, and Santa doesn't know what he's bringing for Christmas. And by "Santa" I mean "Bill", since he's the lucky guy who has picked up all of the slack around here AND spent every other minute comforting me while I whimpered that I was really, really TIRED of all of this crap. He is such a good husband and has totally been here for me all through this boring, discouraging business.

Without dwelling too much on it, I will say that I spent a very grim week when my ultrasound and blood test results came back with very worrisome questions, and I was gripped with sheer terror for that week - needlessly, of course - terror that my life was going to go on without me, that I was becoming the skinny fading ghost of myself and vanishing. And instead it is almost Christmas, and although I don't feel it yet, I will.