Socks and Surgery

One of my biggest pet peeves is when Taron leaves his socks on the floor in the living room. This is a constant fight. He kicks them off in the evenings while relaxing and then LEAVES them there to stew in sock grossness and if I don't do something about it there they will stay staring at me.

Ironically I LOVE Calvin's little socks and nothing makes me happier then to find them in a load of laundry.

I came home from church one day, walked in the door and what is the first thing I see. Taron AND Calvin's socks lying on the living room floor!

Like father like son I guess.


I also LOVE to wear socks! They make my feet feel all snugly and happy. I have to force myself to let my feet out in the summer so I wont get a bad sock tan. Without socks I feel exposed and weird. The past few summers I have let my feet out more and more so I am starting to get over this exposed phobia of mine.

Recently my socks have comforted me. They comforted me during labor (don't worry they got thrown out afterwards.) And even more recent they comforted me during surgery. The Hospital offered me these long purple socks with bear paws on them but I chose to keep my own on.

For those of you who do not know, the doctors found a dermoid (sp?) tumor on my left ovary. No worries it is benign and as far as we know is not cancerous. They sent sent it to get tested and we haven't heard back so no news is good news. Unfortunately it still had to come out. I have never had surgery before so I dreaded getting it taken out! They did not knock me out for this procedure and knowing this before hand just added to my anxiety. I was afraid I would have another Dentist nightmare.

When I got my wisdom teeth taken out they gave me some drugs telling me they wouldn't knock me out but make me so groggy I wouldn't know what was going on. It worked at first, I felt all giggly and happy but as soon as the dentist hovered over me with his torture tools I woke right up! I was screaming in my mind "I'm wide awake! I know whats going on! Please don't do this to me." Horrified I watched the whole thing in the reflection of my dentist's glasses.

I didn't need to worry, what the doctors failed to tell me was that even though they were not going to put me under for my surgery, they were going to give me a drug to forget. The last thing I remember is kissing Taron good bye and feeling a little dizzy as they rolled me out into the hallway. The next thing I know I'm looking at the doctors talking to me. Not really understanding what they were saying to me I cut them off. "What? Is it over?" It was over. I guess I was awake and talking through the whole thing. I even answered questions coherently. Lol they even asked if they could remove the mole on my stomach as well and apparently I said yes because I woke up with a cut from the surgery and mole-less.

While the drugs were wearing off I had trouble concentrating on and remembering conversations with the doctors and Taron. I had to keep asking Taron what were we were talking about and kept repeating myself. I also asked him to take a picture of me twice. I still have no recollection of asking him the first time. He also tried to explain something to me about big foot or bears that made no sense!

The since the tumor was in the area of my body where babies are made, it was made up of cells that can copy other cells. So these kinds of tumors can have things like teeth, hair, skin and sweat growing in them. Turns out that inside mine was 7 cm of a hairball and the white stuff found in acne! DISGUSTING! I can't believe that was in my body!

In conclusion, socks are wonderful. Socks worn all day then left on my floor are not.