... regarding the after effects of having the fibroid or polyp removed: Onset day is a bit murky... can't tell if the flow on Thurs leading into Friday was the "spotting" or what, but yesterday evening into today... hellacious cramps. Took a vicodin in the evening yesterday and contemplating doing the same right about now.
Went for lunch w/a friend, then lost myself in thought in shopping for a few hours. Home now. Puttered with the pantry some more. Undershot how many baskets I should have bought, and need to traipse back to Chrismas Tree Shoppes again to get a few more, so I can get the pantry organized. I figure if I have baskets for my supplements, his supplements, and a few baskets which are "task specific" (in this case, baking supplies or canning supplies), it might help things have an overall asthetic of being tidy.
One thing this whole pantry organizing thing has brought to my mind, is how very much I am now a food hoarder since my surgery. I really get off on that sense of abundance, even if I'm not eating everything every second of the day. Hell, half the time when I do my "big cook day" of the week, just being around the food and smelling it cook is sufficient for me. And by the time I'm done cooking, I'm so sick of seeing and smelling what I've cooked, that I end up having some cheese and crackers and just call it a day.
I've got my "mise" for a few dishes already for me, but all I want to do right now is pop a vicodin, and wait a half hour so I can have some ice coffee.
Off to either crochet or curl up into the fetal position, I go.
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