...with complicated auto-immune issues a major oral surgery...
She's gonna have a crash.
And if she has a crash...
She's gonna want to die.
Or at the very least hibernate.
And if she hibernates...
She doesn't visit her blog much.
Or write much.
Or paint much.
Or talk much.
And if she gives up blogging and writing and painting and talking...
She's gonna miss out on a WHOLE BUNCH OF STUFF IN BLOGLAND.
And in her life.
And when she misses out on almost three months of her life she suddenly realizes...
"HOLY CRAP! IT'S ALMOST THANKSGIVING!"
And when she realizes it's almost Thanksgiving...
...she decides that, "Yes, printed burlap can be washed in the washing machine to make a table runner to save time."
And when she washes printed burlap...
...it turns into a huge mess.
And when it turns into a huge mess she has to cover it up with ANOTHER table runner she already had to make it look semi-okay.
And then that makes her mouth hurt.
And she has to go to the oral surgeon again. ...
All of this was true UP UNTIL seeing the oral surgeon again.
I'm avoiding him like the plague.
He thinks I am going to have more surgery in January.
I think he may have to use an elephant gun to tranquilize me for that!
PS. Missed you all!
PPS. Yes, those are croquet balls in the wooden bowl on my table. I know. I'm weird.
PPPS (or is that PSSS) If you have oral surgery and you can't tolerate steroids or using your own blood in concentration be sure to let your surgeon know. This has been a pretty icky ride and I don't want you to go through it if you can avoid it!