Please Don't Be That Again

Today I noticed that I had a pain in my lower abdomen. The right side, to be precise. I thought nothing of it for the whole day, figuring it was just PMS or maybe a cramped muscle or something. It was only after I went to lie down for a bit did I think of it: what if my lap band fell apart again?

This issue happened twice before, and it was unpleasant since I had to go in and have surgery so it could be repaired. Basically, the port line had detached and was dangling down into my pelvic area, tickling me in a not so good way and causing all kinds of discomfort. Yeah, so much fun.

I'm pretty sure I went white (whiter than I am) when the thought of a detached band line went through my head. I really, really, REALLY don't want to go back for anymore surgery. As far as I'm concerned, I am DONE. Do not want. I don't want to smell that frickin' antiseptic smell or experience the fun of barfing while I'm half-looped on anesthesia (ugh, that happened the last time).

I'm scared that that might be the problem. And I'll be more than a little pissed if it turns out that the line is the culprit. However, I'm trying to be optimistic. Maybe it's just something minor. Maybe it will disappear tomorrow (oh please oh please oh please). Maybe my body is hating on me for being so active this weekend. Maybe my intestines are staging a coup because I ate a McRib last night.

In other news (that is much more pleasant), we went to a puppy Halloween parade today. It was nice. This is the thing I love about my neighborhood: random weird celebrations. Quite a few people showed up with their doggehs, and most of them were in costume. I have to say that I laughed my fat ass off at some of the costumes. A Min-Pin dressed as a chicken. A Spaniel dressed as a squirrel. And my absolute favorite: a mutt dressed as a pimp. Ratdog wore his hot dog costume to the park, and more than a few people, in cars and on foot, stopped to get a chuckle at the tiny little dog buried under the giant hot dog on his back.

Yeah, he's so not thrilled.

So tomorrow will be my last day of blogging for a month straight. I'll probably write the post early since we'll be out getting candy for us the kid. It should be an interesting time. I only hope that I'm feeling better by tomorrow, because I don't want to see any doctors. I already have to go next Monday for a yearly girly bits exam. I sure as shit don't want any other appointments after that fun.