That's the sound of plans being flushed down the toilet ...

Arggghhhh ...
Met with my OB surgeon today for my pre-op appointment for my surgery next week. Silas was with me, as ... well ... he's a super-duper sidekick and is with me when I nanny on Tuesdays and Fridays. He, also, was wearing THE ONLY jacket he wants to wear of late: his Batman raincoat with a proper cape. Imagine him wearing that when the Dr.'s assistant is trying to occupy him and he says "Mama, can he see the food in your stomach from down there???" Yep, dear reader ... I had told him the doctor was going to check on my tummy for a quick second. The pelvic exam WAS NOT in the cards. Bless his sweet heart.
After chatting with the OB, he sprung the "you know, I've got some concerns about 'atrophy'."
Join the club DOC ... try living with that nonsense. I'm sitting on a nest of cobwebs, Mister!
So, though I had already had my "girly exam" a few months ago, he decided it'd be a good idea to "check in" on things prior to surgery due to the atrophy and my size. The PRIOR plan had been made to have all of my lady bits removed without having to be cut open ... use your imagination if you've not read much of this blog.
In any case, plans have changed and it was decided today that I will have to have a damned abdominal hysterectomy.
Not on my day-planner to have to have that shit done. The recovery is longer ... oh, and I don't have a "day planner" either.
5 steps forward, 20 steps back.
But, at least I'm steppin'.
xoxo
Anna