Sweet as Shirley Temple Pudding

*really big hugs*

thanks hon, I really needed that.

You're going to be alright Azzie. The surgery will help, I know the concept is scary. But I have made it through four c-sections and live to tell it. I've had multiple blood transfusions. And yes, it sucks, and yes it is scary but so is childbirth. Think back about what you did to prepare yourself for labor. I bet you read books, spoke to women who had experienced it and maybe even did something meditative. Look at this as something to conquer.

You're scaring me with how many pain pills you're taking. I know the pain is bad or you wouldn't need so much. But I've seen the effects on narcotics on a friend.

Be careful, stay strong, you'll be fine, we're here for you even if see seem irritable or non-supportive sometimes.

Lets hope it doesn't come to surgery.

You'll be happy to know that I haven't taken one yet today. I really do HATE the way the pills make me feel, so if I can avoid taking them I will.

I wasn't referring to you. But it is really hard to try and NOT do the things that I'm not supposed to do because of my back, when my friends act like I'm being a wuss or a whiner because of it. Just because some people don't ever ask for help doesn't mean that those that do are taking advantage. Ok, I'm done on this subject. *gooooosefrabaaaaah*

I assumed you weren't talking about me, I'm not sure what that says about my egotism. :)

Seriously though, I kind of got interrupted earlier on the commentary so I had to finish it quickly. Having grown up immersed in the "drug yourself to deal" mentality, I've never been one for recreational drugs but it's funny how those pain meds never seem quite so... I don't know, bad.

Next thing you know though the extra strength tylenol isn't doing it for you, then the naproxin doesn't cut it, then the toderol (spelling), then you're onto the narcotics and loratab 5's arent' doing it, now you need the 7.5's and now it's percocet or darveset and you're taking them like candy just to cope and no one recognizes you anymore.

You've come a long way in a year. You've really done amazing for yourself, getting rid of jerk, going to school, working, your cute apartment, your new car, your new hobby (Rocky), this fantastic diet. There is just so much that you've done that for lack of anything less cheesy to say, I've been really proud of you.

You'll get through this back stuff babe, because even the friend that seems snappish and unsupportive has your best interests at heart.

Obviously, I could go on and on. So I'm shutting up now and going to bed.