Gone are the days of getting together with your friends and talking about boys and rock bands...
Gone are the days of getting together with your friends and talking about fashion and jobs and boyfriends...
Gone are the days of getting together with your friends and talking about weddings, honeymoons, and sex (not necessarily in that order)...
Gone are the days of getting together with your friends and talking about should you get pregnant, OMG I'm NOT pregnant, OMG I'm pregnant, what do I do now that I'm pregnant, sex and sharing each other's horror story of labor and delivery...
Gone are the days of getting together with your friends and talking about your kids, ages birth to forever and sex (or lack thereof)...
Gone are the days of getting together with your friends and talking about your husband or SO, sex and your "friend"...
Welcome to the days of talking about your aches and pains, your thyroid and your gall bladder, your lasic surgery, sex and (GASP) Botox...
Yes, welcome to being our Moms and for some of us, our grandmother's.
Think about it, the last time you spent time with your girlfriends (no guys included), didn't you talk less about your kids and more about your health? Your talk included what meds and what food changes you've made in your life along with your new exercise regimen. Our bodies and what they are doing or NOT doing have taken the place of talking about other things such as books, movies, hairstyles and hot men.
Besides noticing these subtle changes creeping into my life I'm about to have one of those "woman" operations that definitively tell you that that time in your life is over - I'm having a hysterectomy in a week or so.
I'll save you the gory details and reasons. My bottom line is "the equipment never worked right in the first place so let's get rid of it!" (I'm also hoping they'll do some lipo suction on my tummy while they are there). I'm also hoping that giving rid of all this excess baggage will "Free Me", let me begin the best years of my life, let me come into myself, yada, yada, yada - just like Oprah says...
But right now, I'm just worried about not acting like a fool under anesthesia...and should I scrap this?
3 comments:
A. Don't worry about being a fool under anesthesia. Do however worry about snoring too loudly and disrupting the surgeon.
b. Next time we get together I promise we can have a good long talk about sex. (or lack thereof)
c. a tummy tuck. I'm jealous.
d. Thinking about you.
So sorry to hear of your need for surgery, but I'm sure all will go well. You're in good general health to begin with, which makes a big difference. My sister is scheduled for the same surgery in another two weeks.
I'll be in touch...
Love,
Barb in NH
Donna - your post had me cracking up!
Ain't it the truth??? I spend time talking with girlfriends about the school district and the "trouble with teens these days." lol
I hope all goes well with your surgery and recovery.
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