Home finally.

I don't have any new pictures...BUT I do have an update.

Finally out of the hospital. YES. I was there for 9 days which sucked a lot. I found out I had C. Difficile, which is basically a fancy name for "puking and shitting ALL DAY LONG." I couldn't keep anything down, so I had to be in there for a few extra days with an IV in. But, now I'm home and it's great. I started physical therapy yesterday, so that was nice. It's going to be hard, but it's alright. My stitches came out today AND I got a handicap decal for my car...which is going to be sweet. HAHAHA I'm an old lady. Ollie grew a lot since I left for surgery. He's huge now. He's also doing really well with not jumping on me. He's getting good about jumping up on only Evan's side of the bed too. The other day when I got home from the hospital, Evan went up to get Ollie and I heard him yelling at Ollie. I figured he was peeing on Evan or something, but it turned out that Ollie had somehow pulled his harness into his kennel, and chewed it in half. Evan had to destroy it even more, and turn it into a collar for him. He kept pulling out of it though, so a trip to petco was made. I wasn't there, but I guess Evan put the new harness on Ollie, and brought a new toy and the tag up to the counter to be paid for. The women at the register thought the tag was trash, so she just threw it away!! Free harness!!! OH! The day I got home from the hospital, my mom took Evan and I grocery shopping. It was awesome. Normally, we spend about 70 dollars every couple of weeks on food. My mom just took us down every isle and asked us if we wanted anything. I grabbed a frozen pizza and she was like "you only want one?! Have another one" and she put another in the cart. It was ridiculous. She ended up buying us like 230 dollars worth of groceries...we are good for a long time, which is really awesome. I was soooo thankful that she took us! She also filled the gas tank for us! I think she felt bad since I'd been sick and been in the hospital for so long.

Hmm anyway, I think that's it. I have to pee, and it takes me about 5 minutes to get down the stairs, so I better go now.

Heated blanket, Monday, Jamaica, Ollie. Jumbled thoughts.

I love the heated blanket Evan's mom bought for us. I find myself laying under it an awful lot...like right now. I go into surgery on Monday morning. The surgery is at 8:30am, but they are going to call me today and let me know what time I need to be there. I feel like it's 6:30 or something. I'm really not looking forward to it. The fact that I have to basically get three surgeries in one day is real shitty. If it was just the ACL surgery it would be fine, because I've already gone through that once, and I know I can do it again. It hurts A LOT, but I know I can do it. But now I have this other surgery to go through..I don't even remember what it's called. Basically they are going to be cutting a piece of my tibia out and moving it over so my knee cap is in line with the rest of my leg. Sounds simple enough, but it's really going to suck. With an ACL surgery, they encourage you to put as much weight as possible on your leg after the surgery so it can start being strengthened. With this surgery, I'm not allowed to put more than 25% of my weight on my leg for 6 weeks because since they cut bone out of my tibia, it's fragile and can break my leg. Awesome. I just really hope this doesn't slow down my recovery. My doctor said the recovery time is about the same, and if I work real hard in physical therapy I should be okay. I just want to be okay for Jamaica. I'm looking forward to going so much. I know I won't be completely recovered, but I'm pretty positive I'll be fine for walking and such. I don't think I can run or anything for like 6 months, but who knows. I think that once the first six weeks are over, and I can walk without crutches, my recovery and progress will be much better. I just have to make sure I don't push myself too hard and screw something up in the process. djskfhskjdhfskjdhf ugh. I just keep thinking about Jamaica. Basically, Jamaica is going to be my reward to myself after my surgery. If I do really well in PT and try my absolute hardest, I get to go to Jamaica with Evan and his family. If I don't do well and am lazy about my rehab, then my knee is screwed for life and I go to Jamaica and don't get to do half the stuff I want to do. Oh and speaking of Evan's family. They are absolutely great. I feel really welcomed at their house and love going there and visiting with Evan. I'm really lucky that they are letting me tag along to Negril this summer!!! I keep looking at pictures of the Blue Cave Castle. :)

Anywho, in other news....Ollie is losing teeth real fast!! His mouth was all bloody yesterday, and I looked in it and he had a tooth coming in. It was gross. He's also a shark right now, because there are some teeth that are coming in right next to his baby teeth, so he has two rows of teeth. He's getting SO HUGE. I tried picking him up today and it was really hard. He weighs so much right now, and I could barely walk while holding him. I'm not going to be able to pick him up at all soon. :( Oh well, maybe that means he will be big enough for me to ride??

He loves to eat his tail..

I look goofy...but you can kind of see how big he is!

He also likes to lay on our pillows.

Sleeping on the floor with Dad.

Surprised? Astounded? Strange? Yes.