How did this happen?
Last night I had a terrible nightmare that my husband left me for three other women. I suppose that it should comfort me that my subconscious thinks it would take three women to replace me, but still.
I was pissed. Really pissed. If he leaves me for three women he’s a dead man.
I had my two year follow-up bone scan and found that I do have osteoporosis in my wrists. I’ve always had tiny wrists and little fingers. I wear the same size 4 wedding ring I wore when I got married at 25.
On the good side, my hip and my spine didn’t get any worse.
I’m talking about my goddamn hip now. There could only be one thing worse.
Oh, yeah. I’m going there.
On Thursday, I’m seeing a surgeon about possibly having hysterectomy. That sounds like a good time right there, doesn’t it?
I must be almost 50 because this year I’ve been trying to decide between having knee surgery or a hysterectomy.
The knee is getting better. The uterus is a goner.
And lately I’ve been obsessed with thinking about having a blepharoplasty. Geez, I have heavy eyelids.
All this thinking about the various surgeries I either need or want makes me feel sort of crazy.