Recovery and a BM

Once back home, after puppy kisses, I settled into my Lay-Z-Boy recliner and fell asleep under my favorite comforter.

I then woke up and realized I hadn't had a "movement" in three days. THREE DAYS! I called my doctors office in a panic and begged the nurse to have my doctor prescribe me some industrial laxatives.

She called back to tell me he had and I could pick them up at my local Walgreens. Hubby went and got them for me and I gobbled two of them down like they were fucking mana from the gods!

More sleeping, more binge watching of Star Trek: DS9, and more eating but no movements.

I stressed out. I was putting food in, but getting nothing out. Each trip to the commode was followed by my disappointment to make a #2.

Nate had a brilliant idea! Greasy burgers! Let's go to Red Robin!

That did the trick. A couple hours later and I was a happy passenger on his way to Poopville.

That was a relief - in more ways than one.

I was scheduled to go back to the boutique the next day, but my neck was too sore and I still had problems swallowing. (Side eye to all you pervs!)

Becky told me I could take the day off and I happily sank back into my Lay-Z-Boy for the next two days. I couldn't even sleep in my bed since stretching out my neck caused me too much pain.

Once the BM came and went I felt like I turned a corner. I started feeling better all over and I went back to work the following Monday.

I love my job and I think it made my recovery happen even faster. Selling makes my blood pump and it was good to see my co-workers and customers.

I was worried about my scar being revealed to my co-workers and decided it was time to tell them the shiz.

I clued them all in one at a time and I told them I would still like to keep it in my store as I still didn't want everyone in the company feeling sorry for me. Perhaps its my own self-loathing, but feelings just make me feel queasy. As much as I like to think I am an open book, I am really a feelings closet case.

But the girls needed to know. I didn't need rumors being made up about my scar.