Ding Dong Edna's Gone
Edna has left the building, but the evil organ didn't leave without putting up a fight.
For all of you sending good karma to West Tennessee, here's Squirrel Queen to give you an update on the latest condition of the Bigfoot chasing editor.
We got up not so bright and early Monday to haul Newscoma to the local chop shop. After getting poked and prodded a few more times, they wheeled her away to the operating theater (or for you few and far between Jon Lovitz and Subway fans out there - the thea-tah) to excise the evil, offending organ.
About 90 minutes later, Buffy the Bladder Slayer came to report to me that the hand-puppet show in the thea-tah had gone well. While Kukla, Fran and Ollie presided, Edna exited stage left.
After becoming slightly more coherent, Newscoma requested a post-operative smorgasbord of Fritos Scoops and bean dip, not necessarily
recommended by 9 out of 10 surgeons, but what Newscoma wants, Newscoma gets.
After a fitful night, Buffy returned to tell us we could leave the Hell Mouth, sans Edna of course, and head back to the commune.
Upon our arrival at the hacienda, the hounds were there to greet their returning Newscoma. There was much barking (by Newscoma) and hopping about (by the canines).
The transition from the pump-your-own-meds every six minutes to take-orally-every-four-to-six-hours didn't go so smoothly. Apparently this is what all those hysto-horror stories are about. Tremendous bouts of nausea did little to make Tuesday night a peaceful, dreamy evening.
The nausea continued through parts of Wednesday but a new prescription seems to have the heaving at a halt. Huzzah.
Thursday afternoon has been better but all those internal organs are still scrambling to turn in their new addresses to the post office and turn off the flashing "Vacancy" sign in the lower abdominal window.
She seems to have turned the corner and is feeling much better this evening.
Thank goodness and thanks to all you in blog-overse for the good karma and prayers sent her way.