Our alarm went off at 5:30 this morning.  Unfortunate, to say the least. The peeps in this household like our zzzzz’s.

The reason for that sort of craziness?  I had surgery.  Don’t be alarmed…nothing major…nothing to do with the cyst I referred to yesterday.  This was for my ornery little varicose veins.

So many ailments, so little time.

No I’ve never been pregnant and evidently that doesn’t matter.  It’s all about genes and evidently I’ve got some bad ones when it comes to this sort of thing.

Yes, the veins are ugly.  But more than that, they hurt like heck.

Actually, who am I kidding?  No, they don’t hurt like heck.

They hurt like hell.

And I’m so glad that we’re finally doing something about it.

Today was leg #1 and tomorrow they’ll do leg #2.

I was kind of nervous going into the whole thing because I was convinced it was going to hurt.  Have you ever seen Brian Regan’s bit on doctors talking about “pressure”?  If not, click the link and go to the 3 minute and 25 second mark.

Well, my doctor had said over and over that I would only feel “pressure.”

“Great,” i thought . “I know what that means.”

But then I took this teeny tiny magic pill called vallium.

I had never been introduced to vallium until this morning and I’m now convinced that they really should change its name to “Three Shots of Tequila” because that’s exactly what I felt I had taken after about 20 minutes.

Or maybe I really was floating horizontally in the air and spinning in circles during the procedure…

Anyway, the actual surgery took about ten minutes and was pretty much pain-free except for when they gave me the shots of local anesthetic.  I was just thanking my lucky stars that the nurse was administering the shots and not Trav because oh my gosh have I told you how badly it hurt when he gave me a shot last week????

I didn’t realize until they were prepping me this morning that I had to lay down ALL DAY LONG today and tomorrow.  Hard to do when you have a three-year-old bouncing off the walls.  Trav has a huge brief due and would have been pretty stressed out to suddenly be stuck here instead of the office, so thankfully my sweet friend Kristin took Arle for the day so I can come back down from my vallium high and give my leg the tender loving care it requires.

I guess I might as well catch up on some episodes of Real Housewives.  They’re really starting to pile up on the ol’ DVR and we can’t have that now can we?  I wonder if the Three Shots of Tequila will make Danielle a bit less atrocious…not likely.  The stuff is good, but it can’t possibly be that good.

Toodles.