Welcome to 2011

My resolution for the year upcoming is to have none of my internal parts exposed to anything external. I'll go as far as having a mole or two removed, if needed, and I've got a tooth I'd like pulled out, but I'm ending it there. (All that breast reduction I'd been thinking about it out, unless I can get it done without surgery or recuperation, i.e., by magic. Which seems unlikely.)

So now I'm living retirement to the fullest, at least for the next week or so, and staying in the house, lying around on the couch watching TV. But not eating bonbons, or much of anything else yet. My current haute cuisine is cream of rice, with an occasional side of vanilla yogurt or jello pudding. I hope to be up to scrambled eggs by the end of the week, and in fact, I'm taking a trip to the supermarket with the Hubs tomorrow.

My only complaint at this point is that the incisions are sore (of course) and my throat is still sore, but not hellaciously so as it was in the hospital. Otherwise, no pain or discomfort. And the tape marks, the tape marks will never come off my arms and hands. I'm not even considering when they'll come off my belly, probably in a year or two, since I know I'll be reluctant to scrub.

So, I'm coming along. The pathology on this thing, btw, was exactly as anticipated, benign. No worries on that score.

That's that. Just another Saturday night for me.