Annnnndddddddd, we're HOME!

Back to the Mountlake of Terrace ...
Silas, Mama, & I got back home today. Not sure HOW we made it considering the car was so full of bags, and crap, and SHITE, that it was quite hard to see ANYTHING while I drove.
Yes, yes ... I drove. My "orders" are to NOT drive for 2 weeks. I've heard it before. Might, very well, hear it again. But, I am NOT, NOT gonna drive my car. It's my means to an "End." It's my "ummmm, Crap! I left my favorite jacket at that party!" It's the "Well, Hell, Silas and I HAVE to go to the Shell station to get his "Slurpy" reward for him doing such a great job in his learning books". It's that: I BOUGHT THIS CAR A WEEK BEFORE CHEMO ... WITH THE HELP OF MY FAMILY ... SO THAT I MIGHT NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING TO AND FROM MY TREATMENTS.
So .... I'm gonna drive.
I love my precious Honda Civic (VP). If you care to know what the "VP" means, you can look it up. It's nothing shocking ... but, it's quite "telling."
So, long story long, we've settled back in at my house. I will go in tomorrow and get these 14 staples pulled outta my gut. Honestly, I think it sounds much worse than it'll feel. If not, I'll share my reaction ... much to the discontent of my OB. I can't imagine that will happen, however. He's AWESOME!
But, as they say, "tomorrow's a new day."
Whoever wrote that shit must have had their ASS in a butter-tub all of their life.
Oh ... sorry ... that's the "Angry Anna" speaking ...
xoxo
Anna