memorization

I PRAY I am dedicated to teaching my kids Scripture like Steph. You have to watch this video of her middle child reciting all (yes, all) of Psalm 1.

(sorry for the random, short posts this week... it is still hard/painful to type)

My sister is coming to visit this weekend! We are SO excited!

...and I'm going to have her change my wound dressing. I'm pretty excited about that too.

3 down!

David is finished with his second semester of grad school! I am SO proud of him for working so hard and never complaining (seriously, never). He usually puts in close to 50 hours a week at work and then goes straight to class 2 nights a week! He's taking 3 classes this summer (yeah, 4 nights a week second term...) and then he'll be halfway done! I am so thankful for his work ethic and selfless attitude, and I don't tell him that enough.


Love you, babe!

After a day back at work... my hand hurts. especially to type.

one cyst lighter

Backless gown.

Nausea and passing out.

IV with sleepy drugs.

Not remembering anything at all involving surgery.

Sweet friend to spend the afternoon with.

Sweet puppy to snuggle on the couch while watching DVR-ed shows with.

Swollen fingers.

Pain, but not too much.

Amazing husband who brings home ice cream Snickers ("like RoundHill", he says).

Lots of sleep this weekend, for sure.

Ganglion cyst-less hand: one can hope.

back

at home last night.
at work today.
at the hospital tomorrow.

Yeah, hospital. I'm having my stupid ganglion cyst surgically removed tomorrow. The thing flairs up and hurts really bad sometimes, but other times its no problem. Of course it's not problem today. I always end up feeling like I'm making this stuff up. BUT I'M NOT. Promise. Anyways, I know it's not a big deal procedure, but they are making me feel like it is. The whole, no eating or drinking after midnight tonight, no fingernail polish, no contacts, no clothes (yikes), putting me to sleep junk seems like a little much, right? It's a bump on my hand folks! Oh well.

I had a similar cyst on my lower eyelid in high school (sounds ugly, right?), and the plastic surgeon just numbed it up and cut it out. It didn't look very big - you probably wouldn't have even noticed it if you saw me - but when it came out, it was huge (well, huge for being a bump on your lower eyelid). I was hoping this experience would be similar, but it's looking like an ordeal. I guess I'll take what I get and enjoy a day of reading slash sleeping slash whatever I want from dinner (according to David :)) [and pain maybe?? no idea.].

But I am SO glad to be home!

gone again.

I'm in Knoxville for a workshop. We're done for the day, I'm using free internet at Starbucks, and I can't read any blogs or get on facebook, and that's a bummer.

I miss my boys, but I do... get to sleep in a big bed by myself, order room service for dinner, read and read and read because I have no distractions, go to bed as early as I want (not that that is any different at home) and sleep in longer than usual because I just have to walk across the street to "work" tomorrow.

I hate being away from home, but I'll take the break every now and again.