Well, here it is two weeks after my hysterectomy. It went well. As well as it should have. I was out of the hospital in no time. As soon as you 'pass gas' the doctor lets you out. I've never had a problem passing gas. I'll probably be farting well after I'm dead for that matter.

I'm in the middle of my recuperation time. It's been nice not having to worry about work or work related issues. My stress is non-existent at this point and time. I think I could get used to this "doing nothing" as long as I had a substantial steady income to keep me shopping happily.

I'm sure Jason has noticed my easy going "new" self and is lapping it up. It sure proves that stress levels make a difference in one's attitude. I'm not harping on Jason to do this and why wasn't this wasn't done when I asked, blah, blah, blah. Poor guy. He's probably willing to make me a "kept" woman as long as I'm as easy going as I am now. I don't bother him because I know I have all the time in the world to do daily tasks, as long as there's no heavy lifting involved.

I realize now that boredom isn't such a bad thing. It gives you time to reflect and sort through life's little mysterys. And catch up on Oprah and Dr. Phil.