Someone to watch over me
I’m pretty obsessed with the hysterectomy Reddit and I’ve learned a lot of interesting things, including some advice and tips on recovery. I am grateful for it.
But as I read about various women’s partners helping them out and doing nice things for them, like preparing a “recovery cart” or setting up a yeti cooler filled with drinks and snacks to be within reach, it occurred to me that I want that, too. I want someone to take care of me! I want someone to watch over me! I’m always doing it for everyone else and now I want someone doing it for me.
There is no one though. I mean I guess my kids but come on. I raised a couple of turds.
And I suppose there is gordon but I mean, come on. He was here earlier tonight and he cooked some kind of dinner for the boys, and then he left the kitchen a holy hell mess that I got to clean up when I got home. That’s the kind of “help” Gordon is.
I’m having trouble sleeping lately and now it’s nearly 3am and I’m going to be so tired tomorrow and I have a lot of work to do and and and
Tacos, and taco Tuesdays, seem to be our thing. And tonight I ate some really good fucking tacos. With an excellent margarita. that made me a little tipsy. Another fun night.
he likes me. No one has liked me in awhile. He is sweet to me and he hugs me, he will grab my hand or put his arm around me when we are walking, he says I’m spicy. (It was a compliment). Sometimes we’ll just be sitting there and he’ll give me a little wink and it’s so cute and I love it.
LOOK HOW EASY IT IS TO MAKE ME HAPPY.
At what point do I tell him about the yeeterus (a now-beloved phrase for a hysterectomy that I learned on dear old Reddit). According to my paperwork, no sex or things inside my vagina for at least six weeks.
But I think I will wait a bit longer before saying anything. cause who knows what might happen between now and Oct 17. he’ll get bored with me soon, like all the others did, so why bother revealing a lot of unnecessary and awkward information if I don’t have to. I learned that lesson the hard way (thanks Erik).
Sleep sleep sleep christa