I've decided that ALL our best collective minds should come up with some sort of song or diddy that we can carry to our idividual bathrooms after the procedure of scoli surgery considering our limitations and all the holidays coming up in July.
We can enourage ourselves to hobble to various outhouses, public restroom, etc. with our own little Scoli anthem that will encourage us to GET THERE and do our business (when it actually may take some TIME) when we'd really rather be home.
But, who wants to miss children, fireworks, picnics and some not so bad alcoholic beverages, hmmmm??????
I mean...sort of the National Anthem of back surgery recovery, and the OBVIOUS consequence:
"Oh say can you see? The turtle peeking out...
What we so strived to accomplish...and the fiber water fights.....
The bombs bursting inside....which so proudly we know, are a true measure of our recovery.....
"O'r the ramparts red glare, on national holiday...
Instead.....we sit. Looking vainly for Ben Franklin's aid to constipation....
OUr familys are BBQing....our kids are full of chlorine...our Husbands are Drunk and we fight to just poop....
Oh say this is a miserable way for the maker of great macoroni salad....for the land of the Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (as in stool) and the home of the Brave............
PLease jump in anytime and make corrections or leave me out in the open for the buzzards to pick my eyes out.
Okay, it's lame...just a minor attempt at humor. Pretty minor...but don't hold it against me. I have effin A/P surgery on Monday with THREE (count 'em THREE) entrances. May God help me me do my business!
OH, and 3 glasses of wine tonight. Methinks God will understand.
We can enourage ourselves to hobble to various outhouses, public restroom, etc. with our own little Scoli anthem that will encourage us to GET THERE and do our business (when it actually may take some TIME) when we'd really rather be home.
But, who wants to miss children, fireworks, picnics and some not so bad alcoholic beverages, hmmmm??????
I mean...sort of the National Anthem of back surgery recovery, and the OBVIOUS consequence:
"Oh say can you see? The turtle peeking out...
What we so strived to accomplish...and the fiber water fights.....
The bombs bursting inside....which so proudly we know, are a true measure of our recovery.....
"O'r the ramparts red glare, on national holiday...
Instead.....we sit. Looking vainly for Ben Franklin's aid to constipation....
OUr familys are BBQing....our kids are full of chlorine...our Husbands are Drunk and we fight to just poop....
Oh say this is a miserable way for the maker of great macoroni salad....for the land of the Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (as in stool) and the home of the Brave............
PLease jump in anytime and make corrections or leave me out in the open for the buzzards to pick my eyes out.
Okay, it's lame...just a minor attempt at humor. Pretty minor...but don't hold it against me. I have effin A/P surgery on Monday with THREE (count 'em THREE) entrances. May God help me me do my business!
OH, and 3 glasses of wine tonight. Methinks God will understand.
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