Erica’s Blog

Had my two-week post-op appointment.  I had planned to take Nana around the corner to Nine Rubies afterwards, but she wisely suggested that another day would be better since we have “Back to School Night” at the Things’ school tonight.  Hmmm.  Reluctantly, I agreed (but I told her to plan on going for their customer appreciation anniversary fete).

Anyhow, we were settled in with our magazines in the waiting room (me:  New Yorker; Nana: a “skinny ladies” magazine) when the building fire alarm went off.  Down four floors and outside.  I’m tellin’ ya, if you live in San Mateo, I hope you never have to call 911 for the fire department.  It took them over 10 minutes to get there!  Half the building could have burnt down!

They eventually let us back in, but we had to climb the stairs.  Poor Nana — bad back, neuropathy in her feet, and she had to climb the stairs.  I told her she wasn’t allowed to have a heart attack.  Good thing she’s sleeping over tonight and doesn’t have to drive home.

Appointment went well.  I told the doc all the stuff I’ve been experiencing, and she said it sounded right for where she’d expect me to be.  As much as I was thinking I’d be good to go by this weekend, she said I should expect to be in pain for another 10 days or so.  Wonderful.  (But I GOTTA be OK to be on my feet for six hours on Monday so I can go to the big bash and hear….well, you know…you didn’t really expect me to spill the beans, did you?) 

Got some clarification:

• My uterus wasn’t stuck to my abdominal wall; it was PLASTERED to it.
• Pathology report said I had endometriosis in my uterus, which we hadn’t expected.
• Pathology report said I didn’t have any fibroids, though we’d thought there were some.
• My ovary wasn’t stuck to anything, but she put a scar barrier so that I wouldn’t get stuck to anything (with my history of scar tissue causing problems).
• The endometrios cyst on my ovary was 3cm — bigger than the ovary!

I go back in four weeks for another checkup.  In about four months, we’ll do an ultrasound to keep an eyeball on the ovary to make sure that the endometriosis isn’t coming back.  If it does, we have a couple of different options, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

…but then I’d have to kill you.

See, Hubby’s company is having this big party on Monday to celebrate their 30th anniversary.  Big party.  Excuse me, but you don’t seem to understand.  BIG party. 

No, no, no.  You don’t get it.  This is the company that in 2004 had a BIG party to celebrate their unprecedented release of three different drugs in one year (’tis the world’s first biotech company, folks).  For said party, the entertainment was:

• Mary J. Blige (not our cup of tea, but whatever)
• Matchbox 20
• Elton John

Yes, you read that right.  They flew EJ to the Bay Area for ONE DAY to play for employees and their families.  (Three years prior to that, Earth, Wind & Fire played.  A couple of years before that, Stevie Wonder did.)  Hubby & I (with my big ole pregnant belly) were about twice as close to the stage as we were in Roma for BandB.  Oh, yeah.

Anyhow, next Monday they’re having a similarly huge party (actually, bigger b/c they have scads more employees now) to celebrate their 30th anniversary.  No officially-sanctioned word is out about who the entertainment is, but hints have been dropped, and Hubby knows with 99.99% certainty who’s playing. 

Who is it?  Well, ya’ll will have to wait till Monday night for me to post and tell you.  See, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.  Let’s just say that it’s not who Hubby & I were hoping for, but we ain’t lookin’ a gift horse in the mouth, ya know?