
Wow, it's been almost a year since I've last written here. Life here in Baltimore is good for the most part. I've finally had the surgery on my foot, which right now doesn't feel like it made an improvement, but I keep getting assurances from my doctor that it is improving. Soon I'll be starting physical therapy, what fun.
I've lost close to 100 lbs. since moving here. I wish I could say it was all my doing, but in January I had to have emergency surgery to remove my gall bladder. I had an acute pancreatic infection due to blocked bile ducts. Not only does that sound awful, but it felt even worse. Anyway, in order to complete the procedure, which was only to take 2.5 hours, the surgeons had to re-cut my abdominal muscles, repair an abdominal hernia (apparently it was huge), and remove about 20 lbs. of excess skin because I had lost so much weight, total time 7 hours. Final outcome, although not 100%, I'm feeling much better, lost my belly button and 100 lbs. I should be happy that I need to go clothing shopping now, but I really hate clothes shopping. Maybe I should get a tattooed belly-button. Just a thought.
I have a new puppy in my life. A wonderful 110 lb. St. Bernard/Fox Hound mix I named Dr. Seuss. Well, Doc for short, but he answers to just about anything. He's such a hip pooch. Not only micro chipped, but he even has a tattoo. Ok, it's more like a concentration camp numbering, which is something they do at the MDSPCA. I thought I was a pretty chatty person, but I don't hold a candle to him. He talks to me, and anyone else who would listen, incessantly. LOL He is definitely a charmer. I think he thrives on all the attention he gets when we are out and about. I can't tell you how many times I've been asked if he's a "giant beagle." It's hysterical. His only drawback, he sheds like crazy!!! I can't imagine how he looses so much fur and still has a beautiful coat. Yes, I am jealous. If I lost that much hair I'd be completely bald. Not a good look for me. The other day I wore a wool coat that was completely covered with "Doc Fur." I had visions of PETA throwing blood on me as we walked back from Washington Square.
Well, I tried to promise before that I would write more often. So this time no promises. Peace to all, until the next time, Ciao.

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