This morning after I dropped the girls off at school, I headed straight over to the lake for my third run of this run of running. I parked where I park and I walked to the paved path while fidgeting with my arm thing that holds my iPod, my tissues (because my nose runs when I run), and my keys. Finally, the GPS was on and the START button was pressed, and off we go.
About fifty feet in front of me was an older man hunched over the trail. He was picking up rocks and putting them into a bucket, and he seemed to be concentrating pretty hard on the whole Picking Up Rocks And Putting Them Into a Bucket thing.
As I walked past him, he threw his arms up into the air.
Bucket Man (burning out his fuse out here alone): BOO!!! Ha!!! I scared you, didn’t I, Sweetie?!
Me (scared, and fidgeting with my wires to turn down the volume on You, Sailor, which is my current favorite walking tune): Yes! You did!
Bucket Man: That’s what I WANTED to do!!!
Me (speeding up because Guy With a Bucket of Rocks!): Success!
Bucket Man: Have a nice day!!! BE NICE TO GRANDPAS!!!
Me (slowing down because NICE Guy With a Bucket of Rocks!): YOU TOO AND I WILL!!!
I then clocked my fastest run in eight months, which means absolutely nothing because I’ve run only four times in the past eight months, and the one in January doesn’t count because my heel was broken.
One more thing. I promise that I’ll never be the type of lady who laughs like a maniac at a comedian who’s joking about menopause. Similarly, if a guy with a bucket of rocks ever tells me that I have to either eat an entire cow (cooked or uncooked) or sit through a 90-minute play devoted to funny lady menopause, I will ask him to take that bucket of rocks and call me Tessie Hutchinson, because I can’t make that decision. On a related note, I sort of want to talk about uterine ablation, but I’m not sure this is the time or the place. ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>
You have the most interesting life! :)
I am ablating in September and looking forward to it. (Not the procedure, necessarily, but the outcome.) I know six women who have done it and are really happy with the results.
Also, I started running again, too! This is my favorite time of year to get out there.
On Wednesday I had my uterus ablated! (?) Let’s talk about it!
Yes, I want to hear ablation success stories too! (See? This IS the time and the place!)
I have an appointment with a doctor on Wednesday to talk about endometrial ablation. IT’S ALWAYS A GOOD TIME TO TALK ABOUT THAT, PUDDING.
Ablation is a good thing. I had it done in my 20’s. I will gladly talk to you about it.
My sis had it done and it didn’t turn out so well due to the endometriosis-that-would-not-be-stopped. However, I’m thinking about trying it out since I’ve apparently hit the age when the uteri in women in my family decide THEY ARE DONE whether they’ve been used or not and therefore set up a ruckus.
Many of my 40-something friends are talking about ablation. I’d love to hear what you have to say.
Add me to the list (and the discussion). I’m scheduled to have an ablation done on 9/20.
One friend had it done with great results. Another ended up needing a hysterectomy due to complications post surgery. That was one of those rare side effects, however. I’ve heard that ablation is usually successful. We just sold our incredibly tiny house! It was much more stressful than I had imagined. It’s a great idea to give yourself time to have everything in order. I wish you all the best. Kudos on running again, too!
Pudding, if this isn’t the time and place to talk about uterine ablation, I don’t know what is. (I know you already have but I really wanted to type that sentence.)
Also, you are nicer than me. I would have put my eyebrows down at that man. I do not like to be startled and people who startle on purpose can go pound sand.