Yesterday was my follow up appointment at UCLA. It lasted 45 seconds, I kid you not. I got there 20 minutes early and was called into the room 15 minutes before my appointment. I waited approximately 3 minutes for my surgeon to come in. He took a look at my incisions, answered a couple questions I had on some pain in my stomach (totally normal), and it was over. I literally said to him "I drove all the way up here (60+ miles) for that?" It’s a legal thing, apparently. They have to see me at least once after surgery to make sure I’m alright. And I am! I’m clear to resume life normally. I thought it would be more blood & urine testing, weight, height, blood pressure, etc. Nope! Just a quick glance, a couple questions and I’m out! Thank you drive through!

I can’t lift anything over 10 pounds for another week (which is fine by me, since it hurts to do so). I can start bowling again on May 2, and I CANNOT WAIT! I hung out at the bowling alley with my team last night, and I was DYING to bowl with them. Of course, my stomach was hurting halfway through the evening, not from bowling, but from laughing too hard. They’re hilarious. I’d gone to the alley to visit them a week after surgery, and while they were still funny, I was in a lot of pain and couldn’t appreciate the funny appropriately. Last week I was feeling crappy, so I didn’t even bother to go down and visit. But this week I realized how much I missed them. Trying to bowl while laughing is going to be painful, but worth every second of it.

Jas comes home on Monday, which means I should be cleaning the house in anticipation of his arrival. A feat I’m obviously not accomplishing, as I’m sitting on the computer writing this post. The house doesn’t look TOO bad, but it could use some work. I’m still hoping that if I wish hard enough, little house cleaning elves will show up and handle it for me. Think that’ll happen?