This & That.

Just me and my best Buddy hanging out. For the past 2 days he's been even extra cuddly and snuggly too, like maybe he can somehow even sense I'll be gone all day tomorrow ( SURGERY DAY!) and wants to extra love while I'm still here. My mother said she'll be staying and waiting too which surprised me; usually I just get dropped off and am there all alone. My hubby's just dropping me off though and going back to work and then the day after he's in Toronto so if there's any complications (bleeding, infection, blood clots, etc) he won't be here to take me back to the hospital. I wonder if I died on the operating table if he'd make time? In a way I actually hope I do though; it would be my opportunity to finally be free. I've had to stop my herbal supplements for the past 2 weeks as well as some herbs can increase bleeding ( did you know that garlic is a natural blood thinner?) and because of that my IBS has been acting up even worse without the herbal supplement. Ugh. I know it sounds weird but I'm actually eager and excited for my surgery though; I've waited a long time for this (2 years) to finally get relief from the bleeding and pain. My hubby huffs I'll only take 4 days to recover.....HA! He's obviously never had abdomenal surgery before (I have, twice) which is a difficult recovery...that asshole never has any compassion for me anyway. No one in my family does, except for Buddy. He's the only one that cares about me. They could say they found cancer  or I die during the procedure and  and no one would care.

I also bought Buddy his Christmas present(a big purple squeaky pig) since I won't be up and around and out for awhile and it's already November ( we're supposed to get SNOW tomorrow,too) and I also got him a small "decoy" toy as well; a squeaky chicken to distract him from the REAL toy(his gift) as I knew he'd sniff me out and find it in my bag, which he did; he could smell it in there so I gave him the small one to distract him and when he ran off happy with that I snuck off and hid the bigger one and he never noticed. It took him an hour to de-squeak it and once it didn't squeak anymore he brought it over to me and looked up at me, sad, saying, Can you fix it? because he had bitten a hole in it and it didn't squeak anymore. He's just so cute! When I take him out for walks other people just see an old, grey Dachshund with a wart on his back but to me he is my everything, my life, my joy, and the only love in my life. I don't know what I'd do without him. He literally saved my life. God sent him to me when I needed him most.

It's cold now too so I'm wearing my warm fuzzy Onesie PJ with a Pug face and ears on the hood and a tail and the 12 YR old goes, Are you wearing a Pug? yeah.....so what, it's warm and comfy. My hubby taunts that I'm a furry; a fetish where people like to have sex dressed up as animals....he's just weird and an a colossal asshole like that; he always like to make fun of everything I like. I also went to the bank to transfer my $$$$ regularly into my mother's account every month and the bank teller recognized her name and said they know her(she goes in there all the time) and said they can see the resemblance; that I look like her. They weren't being mean or anything but it broke my heart. First of all, nobody wants to hear that they look like their mother, and also she's homely and masculine-looking as f*ck. When I was younger I didn't look like her at all, but more like my father but now I've gotten older I do look like her more and I hate it. Both of my parents are ugly (no offence, it's just the truth) so I never had a chance and I hate it that I look like her, a constant reminder of the genetic ugly gene I inherited.

So.... obviously I won't be posting for awhile as I recover from surgery but I'll see you when I get back.....unless I don't, in which case I'll leave you with this:

Just in case....I want sunflowers and Reggae at my funeral but no one will likely show up anyway.