Oddities

I had a hysterectomy a few weeks ago. It's been a fairly easy recovery. No abdominal incision (they can take out your uterus via the vagina these days - who knew?) makes it very easy. Six weeks off is the standard - but that just seems wrong to me. So, I had planned to go back after 3 weeks. Only I was felled by a cold/flu that knocked me on my keister for a week. So I'm going back after 3 1/2 weeks.

Anyway, I entered the hospital on a Wednesday a coffee drinker. And I exited the hospital on Friday a non-coffee drinker. Not sure how or why that happened - but I have absolutely no desire for coffee. Can't stomach it, actually. Am wanting tea some mornings, but even that is sporadic. BUT, I do wake up wanting breakfast. And I am a 45 year die-hard 'I don't eat breakfast' person. But I suddenly am. A bowl of cereal or a piece of toast and a slice of cheese. Something. But NOT coffee. Strange. Could be related to the caffeine-withdrawal migraine I endured for THREE DAYS that made my body revolt and say 'Stop, no more!'. It was a miserable three days. And if I have essentially completed detox re: my coffee addiction, then it's a good thing. Now I just have to figure out what to do with the 12+ bottles of Torani Sugar Free Vanilla syrup in the garage. Vanilla Tea? Extra Vanilla-y Cokes?

Proposal

Today is the 16th anniversary of the day my wonderful husband J. asked me to be his wife. J. accomplished this feat as he does most things in his life - simply, straightforwardly and without a lot of fanfare. It wasn't by any stretch of the imagination a romantic proposal. No flowers. No music. No special surprises. It was all pretty expected, really. And that's OK. My husband is one of the sweetest, most kind, most reliable down to earth guys on the planet. He isn't complicated. He is a man of few words, but the words he chooses get the job done. So when he, over a sushi dinner at our favorite little Japanese place said simply 'There's something I've been meaning to ask you. Will you marry me?', I was surprised about the simplicity but knew he meant it. I said yes. Fast forward 16 years, 2 kids, a mortgage and life intervening, and we're still together and happy. Simple. That's the way we like it.

Happy anniversary, J. I love you!