Forget national news; it’s so depressing. What about me? It’s been quite some time since anything personal went up, so…
I completely missed Daisy’s 3rd birthday yesterday, so happy belated natal anniversary to a grand, though coy, little teckel dog.
The weekend was more miss than hit, with yours truly instigating a new allergy season tradition of sprawling on the couch moaning. The head and ears feel like they’re impacted with wet socks. I’m certainly not singing ‘Welcome Sweet Springtime’; wouldn’t even know where to find the key of G.
Received a welcome call from my IBFF last night – wish I could have heard Crosby, Stills & Nash in the background, but my ears are totally blocked!
In the more personal news you didn’t want to know department: my gall bladder’s gone off me. Refuses to process fats anymore, which is a damn shame since butter and ice cream used to be main dishes on the menu. I can either have the hinky organ yanked or stay away from fat, which is the current game plan. At first blush, surgery might seem the best option… but if I’m not in pain I’d rather people armed with sharp knives kept a proper distance.
The main post apocalyptic problem seems to be protein; getting tired of white meat chicken and fish of all descriptions. One of my staples, peanut butter, is loaded with fat and thus taboo.
And so ends the bi-annual Pam report.
p.s. My lawn mower blew up last week. The fun never ends!
24. May 2010 at 2:06 pm
They don’t go after gall bladders with sharp knives anymore, they use straws – the bendy kind
24. May 2010 at 2:08 pm
Somehow I don’t feel comforted.
24. May 2010 at 5:53 pm
Given the choice I would have that gallbladder yanked without a second thought.
Someone tells me I can’t eat ice cream any more better be ready to run for their lives, really really fast.
Good lord I’ve already had to basically give up alcohol, they are are going to have to pry that ice cream out of my cold dead hands first.
24. May 2010 at 6:30 pm
I have found out that wine contains 0 fat grams.
And… I bought some low fat ice cream today. I’m going to push that sucker to the tipping point and see exactly how far I can go before the pain starts…
25. May 2010 at 5:52 am
Getting old sure does suck. With all the stuff we have to give up or get taken out. Hope you eat the ice cream and feel no pain!
25. May 2010 at 7:51 am
That’s for damn sure! Thanks, VW!
25. May 2010 at 7:53 pm
I have in front of me a jar of Peter Pan Reduced Fat Peanut Butter. Give it a try. I’d E-mail you some but it would make my keyboard all sticky.
If it doesn’t work for you you can give the rest to Bree and Daisy, they’ll go half crazy trying to find the pill to spit out.
26. May 2010 at 8:38 am
I’ll try it, thanks! I did buy some low fat Blue Bell and it’s not bad at all!
26. May 2010 at 1:36 pm
I had to have gall bladder surgery over 25 years ago. The surgeon’s wife was also his receptionist and exclaimed, “You’re such a skinny little thing,” when she found out I’d had gallstones. I’ll love that woman forever.
I believe they use laser surgery nowadays. My double mastectomy was considered day surgery so they probably remove gall bladders in the doctor’s office.
26. May 2010 at 1:39 pm
In the office? I’ll have to ask if he can do that for me really fast, then…
I love [snark] how they get you in, cut you open, push you out and collect the same amount of money had you stayed in hospital for a week. What a business!
26. May 2010 at 8:51 pm
gallbladders are still considered major surgery, even when done laproscopically. Anything in the gut or near the liver and kidneys tends to be “major”.
Sorry you couldn’t hear CSN. Sigh. I tried.
And happy belated to the Daisy Maisy Dixie Cup pup!
27. May 2010 at 8:06 am
I understand the need to protect the liver and kidneys.
Thanks for trying!
29. May 2010 at 8:24 am
Always protect the organs!
29. May 2010 at 8:34 am
Amen to that!