NEW SUPPORT GROUP NEEDED

I imagine before long there will be an addition to the twelve-step world called BA – Bloggers Anonymous, for those of us who cannot keep our fingers off the blabbing keyboard.

Day three after eye-lift

You asked. Well some of you did. I kind of wish I had known this before I went in.

The view from my bedroom, because I never tire of it and it's much nicer than my bruises.

I was not planning on today’s earlier piece so that was just spur of the moment straight from the heart.

I actually have a list; I actually have a list for everything, ask my kids – but a list of blogs to write while the eyes are healing. And the blogs had nothing to do with my eyes. And I kind of thought I would get to it today. I also thought people were sick of hearing about and seeing my eyes.

But then I got a few emails this am from girlfriends, “You are giving us courage, we can all do this now, please keep posting.” Telling me that is like asking my dog Ramu if he wants the leftover meatloaf from dinner. Come on Tracey talk more about yourself, take us deeper into the tunnels of your life. So you twisted my arm, reluctantly or enthusiastically I write this.

You guess which it is.

Day 3

I let Glenn back into my bed last night. He was in Taylor room the first two nights as a) I didn’t want him rolling over on me. B) I didn’t want to expose poor Runa or Angela to Glenn – well, you get the picture. TMI out of the gate.

But unlike Taylor who loves her nest bed, Glenn hated it and wanted to come back to our bed and so he did and he did not roll over and elbow my eye.

I feel fine. I really do. I feel like I could go take a Core Fusion class, something I am not allowed to do for three more weeks. That sucks big time.

Salva showed up at nine, which was great.

I still look – well, like hell really. I’m not in pain, but I am bruised. It’s hard to read. That I will say; my eyes get tired.

I’m not really hungry – but that is probably self-induced since I can’t exercise. I don’t want nice new eyes and a new big butt to go with them.

I was pondering wandering downstairs with glasses on and getting my nails done, but nixed it. I was pondering having a friend come over but nixed it as by three I do get tired, but I think any fatigue is left over from the anesthesia, not the surgery.

The actual event, the main event, the big event if you will, was truly easy, soooooooooooooooooooooo much easier than I thought.

If I had known how easy I might have even just done the whole face while I was under.

Now mind you, these are all things Joan Kron has been telling me for weeks.

I would say the worst side effects are the antibiotics, which I don’t like, and the fact I can’t read the four books I put on my list of things to do while recovering.

My RECOVERY LIST was

1)  Read four books – don’t ask which four. There are a few things I keep to myself.

2)  Complete Harper Collins author questionnaire.

3)  Organize all of Lucy’s books in preparation for her school’s book fair

4)  Watch four movies

5)  Do all the invitations for my friend Sarah’s bridal shower

6)  Write six backlogged blogs

7)  Re- file all files.  (Can you believe I do things like that?)

8)  Plan April trip to Italy.

9)  Write Blake’s mother a note.

So what have I done by day three?  NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!

I did go online and pick out the three invitations for Sarah’s shower that I will go over with her Maid of Honor.

After I post this I’m going to watch Funny People because none of my family members will watch it with me. No, actually I am going to write to Blake’s mom and send my friend Scott a condolence note, then watch Funny People .

So that’s the report from the eye-lift front.

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