So Not Fair

I used to come home from a good Girls' Weekend with a hangover.

This time I get back with some funky stomach pain, a golf ball looking thingy sticking out of my belly button, and a weird red rash. I find out I have an Umbilical Hernia and am rushed off to the hospital for emergency surgery. Honestly, I prefer the hangover.

And. oh yeah, my first night back at home afterwards,
there's a wasp in my bed who stings me. My forearm is huge and red. So not fair. Insult to injury.

I'm now trapped at home since I can't move more than 5 feet at a time, and I'm missing out on all the fabulous holiday weekend activities we had planned. Apple picking, Renaissance Faire, last night's big Yom Kippur dinner, and tonight, I'm missing a stargazing party with a real live astronomer and cocktails. (you know how I love the cocktails....)

And alas, Rhinebeck is doubtful, since it involves a little too much time vertical and is only a week away.

But look above since not all is lost.
Sara and Carol sent me lovely sunflowers and all that down time between
the hospital bed and the sofa meant a new shrug for Maya.

I'm figuring I'm like the stock market now - nowhere to go but up....

I'll be much happier next week. Kind of like when I had the hangover.