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Over the past month I’ve lost little bits of myself, both literally and figuratively.  On August 1st I had an appendicitis and had my appendix removed on the same day.  So that was the first little bit.  Honestly, I didn’t mind losing it.  It had become a huge irritation.

On the 6th floor of University Hospital (the surgical recovery floor) they insist you leave any sense of modesty in the elevator.  I got my first sponge bath ever.  I hope it is my last sponge bath ever.  The rather large and matter-of-fact nurse in charge of doing such things really had no time for me to attempt to cling to the last bits of my dignity.  She had other bottoms to clean.

Luckily my appendicitis was caught quickly and handled efficiently so it was done laparoscopically and I was out of the hospital within about 30 hours.  It’s good that I was because one more meal of hospital food would have meant once again eating something that tasted like the paste used to do paper mache projects.  One dish on every tray always had this taste.  In the mornings it would be the oatmeal.  At lunch it would be the dessert.  In the evenings, the soup.  Ick.

The 4 week recovery period has had me sitting around the house more than I like.  We are in the middle of some pretty major renovations to the house and my not being able to be involved has meant putting off and paying extra.  Being behind schedule and over budget are never good things.  Ever.

Many of the things I had planned to do haven’t gotten done.  One thing was to write a ton of posts on the old blog.  Catching everyone up on all the little things that I have failed to share was my top priority.  If you are reading this, you know how that one turned out.  I would write post after post in my head, but when my butt was in the chair it just didn’t happen.  I started to become comfortable with the silence on the blog and that’s probably not a good thing.  It would be best for me to write more and express myself.  However, “best” and “what is really going to happen” rarely collide in my world.  I’m not sure I have the wherewithal to make it happen.

So in lieu of productivity I’ve played poker. Lots of poker. I’m sure there are pros that haven’t played as much as I have in the past month.  It has been a blast.  I’ve played so much that I have taken afternoon naps and dreamed about poker.  I calculate pot odds on things that don’t have a pot or odds.  I’ve forgotten what day it is only to be brought back the schedule of upcoming tournaments.  In other words, I’ve lost myself in the world of online poker.  I liked it.  I’m going to hate coming back out of it.