My poor belly button

I had to pee. I had to pee so bad I thought I was going to burst. So off to the bathroom I ran. So as I am sitting on the throne, I start to examine my body. I examine my body all the time now. I look to see where this roll is going and how far I think it can stretch, and usually am amazed at how much my skin can now stretch. But anyway back to the original story. So I take a quick look at my belly button to see how well my incision is healing and low and behold it looks disgusting. The doctors didn't put stitches in it, they glued it shut. And now the glue is not holding anymore and it looks all red and puffy. So I pull the rest of the glue off (and there wasn't much to begin with) and I notice that it is split open. "Just fuckin great", I think. So I have one more hour to go at work and my belly button is split wide open. "Just fuckin great", I think again. Now what the hell am I supposed to do. So I go into panic mode. I pulled my pants back up and run to the medicine cabinet at work. And thank the good Lord above, it is nicely stocked. So I pull out some cleaning wipes, some bandaids, some antibiotic ointment, some medical tape, and some gauze. I run back to the bathroom and take my pants off. I don't want to get anything on them as I am performing surgery on myself and I needed the flexability to be able to move without contriction. So there I am standing in the bathroom at work..no pants...no panties...butt ass naked. Nice picture huh? I get myself all cleaned and bandaged up and put my clothes back on and start to leave the bathroom and guess what?!....In my intense rush to fix my belly button, I totally forgot to lock the freakin bathroom door. WHAT THE HELL!!!!! Thank God that no one needed to use the bathroom during my "surgery", they would have had the surprise of their life. So after all that I got to thinking..."should I call the doctor...should I call my aunt the nurse....what the hell do I do now?" So I call my husband and he starts to gag on the phone with me as I am describing my belly button...he's no help. So I text my aunt the nurse and ask her what I should do. I of course have taken a picture of my split belly button and send it to her and she texts me back saying 2 words in caps...CALL DR. So that's what I did. And when his nurse called me back she told me that I did everything right and no she didn't need me to send her the picture by picture message, and if it gets bigger or gets red to go to the ER. So now here I sit at home with 6 bandaids, 1 whole packet of triple antibiotic ointment, and 2 gauze pads on my belly button. You would have thought I had got shot the way I had "bandaged" myself up. My husband laughed his ass off when he looked at it. I didn't think it was very funny.

P.S.. I won't gross you out with the picture. My husband wouldn't even look at it. He such a pussy.

Just some updates

So I know I got stalled again on blogging. Sorry is all I can say. Hopefully I can get better at this and start learning how to blog from my Blackberry. But anyway, let me update on whats been going on shall I?

So two and half weeks ago I woke up at 2:30 in the morning and I was in the worse pain ever. Imagine being in a ring of the UFC kickboxing and getting kicked in the stomach over and over. Not a pretty picture right? So I laid there in bed until my husband woke up to go to work and told him I needed to go see the doctor. Well, with the other symptoms that I have experienced in the past month such as blood in my stool and some abdominal pain, he admitted me into the hospital. So after having CT scans, ultrasounds, an endoscopy, and an anal exam they found out that my gall bladder is full of gall stones, I have a hernia, and to top it all off a hemroid. So much big fun! (Can you smell the sarcasm?) So this past Friday, I had my gall bladder removed. I'm glad it's over, but I am not enjoying the feeling of being uncomfortable and not being able to sleep through the night. So after I had surgery, I ended up having to stay in the hospital for two nights due to me not being able to breathe correctly. I just could not take deep breath. It felt like a band around my chest. So I was on oxygen for the 2 days I was in the hospital. But now that I am home, and on Percocet, I am feeling much better. I am going back to work on Thursday so I better get my butt in gear.

Another update:
I have finally hit the 100 pounds lost!!!! And I am also under 300 pounds now. I never ever ever ever wanna see that number on the scale again! When I got up on the scale and saw that I was 299 I stood there and cried and cried. I cried like a person who just won the lottery. I feel on top of the world. I felt like I could accomplish anything. And I realized that if I want to do something, all I have to do is put my mind to it and I can do anything.

So all in all, everything has been going well. My sister's baby is almost due (October 4th) and we've had her two baby showers that came off amazingly well. Plus she is having a girl and that makes it even sweeter. And I am so excited to be a aunt again!! So once I get the blogging from my Blackberry down pat, I can start to keep up with the blogging aspect of my life.