Aftermath & The BOTTOM Line
Especially embarrassing and/or personal things. Like medical procedures.
Okay; you’ve been warned.
The second warning is this: never, ever, ever have a hemorrhoidectomy if you don’t absolutely need one!
I mean it.
Right now, I’m supposed to be going through recovery following a hemorrhoidectomy. “Recovery” is a misnomer. This time period may be the aftermath, but, so far, I haven’t been able to tell that it’s recovery.
My surgery was five days before the election, which I thought was rather ironic. Both deal with pains-in-the-you-know-what.
A week after surgery, I experienced some of the worst pain ever. To put it bluntly, without being too specific, I couldn’t “do” what I needed to do. Know what I mean?
I believe it was hubby a/k/a The Duppster who advised me not to think about it. Well, that’s easier said than done. There were reminders everywhere.
For example, he was watching a show on the History Channel about feeding submariners. The commentator said the food is loaded into the “bowels of the submarine.” Oh, great!
I think the movie that was showing on one channel was “REAR Window.”
Later, there were commercials about laxatives and other related products. I even heard the phrase “bottoms up.”
During this medical aftermath, there was also coverage of the World Series, with frequent referrals to the “bottom” of such-and-such inning. The aftermath also included the weekend we were to set our clocks BACK an hour.
Then a friend told me that she was a “little BEHIND” in keeping up with medical news.
So, now you’ve been warned.
And that’s the BOTTOM line!