Kelly is resting in ICU right now, quite comfortably considering what she went through earlier. She was admitted to MDA on Friday, having her tumor embolized in preparation for Monday. Her nine hour surgery today went very well, with the vast majority of the tumor being removed, two titanium rods screwed and cemented in place and no paralysis. What more could a girl want? Thank you, God. Oh, and lest we forget…thank you McDreamy. You truly made a girl's dream come true.
Speaking of McDreamy...when I arrived in Houston Friday night, my sister Kelly couldn't wait to tell me how she had informed McDreamy that I have a blog and he is among my victims. Oh yeah, and that we call him McDreamy. Behind his back. Well, yeah. Like it would be any fun to his face. Anyway, thanks, Kel. I will so get you for this one, too! As a matter of fact, now that I know you will live another day, you can still walk, and you plan on continuing to drive me crazy, I believe I will begin my retribution at once. Yes, I believe I will.
Let's begin with hair and attire. You took great pleasure in tormenting me this weekend about my hair and clothes. I believe you mentioned I reminded you of a certain type of woman. Now who was it? Let me think. Oh, that's right! Wasn't it something like, "What are you, Amish, with that hair and outfit?" Yeah, that was it.
Then their was that little pet name you kept calling me every five minutes. What was it again? I believe it smacked of political incorrectness, if I recall. Wasn't it along the lines of, "Hey, Pocahontas! Get me a kleenex!" Why yes, now that I think about it, I think that was exactly the perfectly delivered insult regarding my hair.
So, I just have one question for you, regarding your hair and attire. Who are you suppose to be.....
Oh, and one last thing for all of you wondering about my hair and wedding outfit. No, I didn't go shopping during the surgery. I was actually a bit scared and worried for my sister and just could not bring myself to leave the hospital. No worries. I still have my plan. What? I never told you my plan? Well.....