Shit My Mom Says

I recently had my gall bladder removed.

I totalllllllly underestimated the surgery and recovery time. I thought I’d be up and back to normal the next day.

Nope.

3 days at least until I could move without wincing. Almost 6 days later and I’m moving about easily with no major pain, just some discomfort when I sit up, stand up or laugh.

Yesterday, my mother and I went out to run some errands (she is visiting me to help me, aw, love you mom) and while in Staples browsing around she stops and looks at a rack.

I slow down to wait for her and she looks at me and says, “Are those….records?”

I grab my tummy to brace myself and burst out laughing, omg it hurts to laugh.

“Moooom,” I say gently, “…those are calendars.”

ha ha ha

At this point I’m hunched over in a silent but painful laugh, literally trying not to bust a gut. She’s laughing embarrassingly now as well.

“Well I was wondering why John F. Kennedy would have a record, he didn’t sing.” she continued.

Omg mom please, it seriously hurts to laugh.

I giggled all the way to the car and most of the way home.

Records. I’m still giggling about it.

xo