March 29, 2004 - 9:16 a.m.

Well I've been recovering from surgery and mostly unable to remain upright long enough to update. Feel pretty good this morning, and so much I'd like to share.

Surgery is called laparoscopy, and for those unfamiliar with random medical blah, I will describe briefly what that entails. Basically, under general anethesia (or as I like to call it, "mercifully out cold") the surgeon makes small inciscions below the bikini line and through the belly button in which to manipulate a scope and a laser. I had a small cyst on my right ovary that was removed and some fibroids burned off my uterus.

Yippee.

It was pretty painful for a few days. The Percocet my doctor prescribed for me made me puke my guts out (unfortuntely all over Dan and a pile of dirty laundry that was ripening under the bathroom sink) so I have been just Tylenol-ing it. The most painful part is my belly button. I was born with four tiny moles in my belly button (or "umbillicus"...such a dork for vocabulary) and that whole chunk of flesh had to be removed and a new belly button reconstructed. Yucky. Looks like the end of a sausage held together by a staple and surrounded by yellowing bruises.

On Saturday I fainted in the shower. I have since learned that one has to avoid hot showers for 5-7 days after anethesia. I really don't remember much. I turned off the water and leaned against the shower wall because I was a little dizzy and thought I would just wait until the feeling passed. The next thing I remember is Liz slapping me silly on the floor of the very dirty and slimy shower with the curtain rod on my shoulders.

I called work this morning and told them I would work for a few hours tomorrow. I am so bored moping around the house with nothing I can do.

I have read 2 novels ("Out of Africa" and "A Thousand Acres") and countless back issues of People Magazine and The London Review of Books

I have been in touch with old college friends thanks to a cordless phone

I have watched the entire first and second seasons of "Sex and the City"

I have taken a lot of naps

I am in the process of updating my diary

Yeah. I need a purpose.

Dave has not even been to see me. I haven't seen him in almost three weeks, and he seems to not care. What a jerk. Almost feel as if it is time to get rid of him. I was never good with a long distance thing anyway. Apparently I cannot even make something work with a man who is 45 minutes away. Am a hopeless case.

Speaking of shitty men, have been talking to the ex formerly known as WPOS. Matt has broken up with his young girlfriend and is moving back home in the beginning of April. He was a terrible boyfriend, but a great friend. Dan and I are having a reunion party for all of our college friends on April 9, and Matt will be in attendance. Should be very fun. I have always wanted to have a dinner party.

Ooh. I could buy a book on how to throw a dinner party. Something to do! I can plan!

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