So, I hope all you mothers out there had a good day Sunday. I woke up in a really special way by putting my foot in the pile of dog throw up that Zoey left under the covers for me. That dog is so sweet. Such a giver. I had really wanted to start doing laundry as soon as possible that morning so it all worked out well for me. YIPPEE. After that I got to clean and cook and host lunch. It was a nice day and Jeff made delicious ribs but next year I'm spending mother's day BY MYSELF IN A DARK ROOM VOID OF CHILDREN AND MESSES.
I also went for my surgical consultation yesterday and now we're more confused than ever. The surgeon said that he's looked over all my tests and that I'm smack in the middle of the pack as far as how harmful Flappy is. Flappy is what we've decided to name the hole in my heart since technically it's a flap that didn't seal rather than a hole like I got shot GANGSTA STYLE. We also like to name dumb things, like we named this weird piece of furniture we have here Jamal. Why, I don't know but that's what we call it, like "Did you put the mail on Jamal or in the office?" Anyway, Flappy isn't so bad that I'm going to keel over right now but it's bad enough that it caused the stroke so he's basically leaving it up to me. There are two schools of thought with this condition, those who think surgery is a good idea and those who think it can be managed with aspirin and/or a blood thinner. The problem is that I'm still going to have an increased risk of blood clots but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm going to have another stroke but it could happen. He wants us to talk it over and call them back in a few days to talk again. I guess that since everyone is like "oh this is an easy surgery" I didn't really think about the risks but after we talked and he laid them out, I realized it's more involved than I thought so my mind blanks out when I think about it. Seriously. It just blanks out. I guess we'll decide what to do over the next few days so I'll keep you posted.