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Gwen is in the Intensive Care Unit recovering from a major surgery that arose as a result of complications from her hysterectomy.


Cards and flowers can be sent to:


Gwendolyn Eaton

Cleveland Clinic Hospital

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3100 Weston Road

Weston, FL 33331


Thanks,
Terry

Posted by gwendolyn on October 29, 2002 at 08:24 AM

Tomorrow is H-Day #2. Though I have already had two surgeries to correct this issue this is actually only my second hysterectomy. The other one was a uterine artery embolization. I am trying hard to live today as if it were my last and be really nice to everyone because well...it very well may be. I know. I am not real optimistic am I? Better to be prepared. Mom will be here shortly. I have just been hanging out in my pajamas singing along with the Dixie Chicks and tapping away on this thing. I better get in gear. Everyone wish me luck and keep your fingers and toes crossed for me tomorrow morning.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 23, 2002 at 11:58 AM

This past weekend we built a gingerbread haunted house with the children. Yesterday I made warm spiced apple juice and chocolate chip cookies. I kept looking outside to see if the leaves have changed to burgandy and gold. They haven't.


I haven't been feeling very well in the last three days. I guess it doesn't really matter because the rest of the week isn't looking very promising as far as feeling well goes either. I should really scrub the floors and the bathrooms before my mother gets here. For some reason I can't do anything today except sit in bed.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 22, 2002 at 10:43 AM

I forgot to mention that I went to see "Rubbing Elbows with Ian Anderson" at Music Hall in Cincinnati this past weekend with my mother. It was great. The only thing that could have made the whole thing better than it was is if we would have had front row center stage seats and an autographed flute to take home with me. Also, I could have used some photography lessons before I went. We ate at a very trendy restaurant called Palamino overlooking Fountain Square and got half lit on Fat Bastard Shiraz and scarfed down the most wonderful food like manly men while dressed in our very girly dress up clothes. Susan, the waitress, was so nice. We offered to kidnap her and take her with us to the show. She seemed like someone that I could have instantly become best friends with. My mother thought so too despite Susan's purplish pink hair. It is a damned shame I haven't met more people like her. We shopped. We ate Godiava truffles. We drank. We sang and danced to Jethro Tull songs like crazy old ladies. We got hit on by two different sets of drunk Steelers fans while walking around downtown. A good time was had by all.


I also forgot to mention that I politely turned down the non-English speaking constantly interrupting manager when she gave me the callback of almost acceptance for the Victoria's Secret Beauty job. I wanted to tell her how perfectly retarded the whole interviewing and hiring process is with them but I refrained. I am nice that way.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 16, 2002 at 05:13 PM

I went to the grocery today and bought all healthy stuff to get my fat ass back in gear. I am totally disgusted with myself again to the point of crying in the dressing rooms at the mall because I hate the way I look in the mirror. I hadn't been down this road for a long time. I don't know how I got so lost. I know I keep saying I am going to do better, but I lied. I have so sucked at the whole thing. I have been eating lots of yummy bad for me stuff and drinking lots of wine and cocoa and scarfing down Godiva every little chance I get. In order to get completely on track I need to really not drink anymore booze. However, I have come back to a point in my life where I feel the urge to drink again. I went through a long period where the sound of it didn't even appeal to me. I am growing very fond of red wine though. So if I get to have a vice that will be it. I think I can even curb this whole Godiva thing. Maybe. I hope. After my canister of Godiva milk chocolate cocoa mix is gone, that is. Bastard Godiva luring me into temptation!

Posted by gwendolyn on at 05:01 PM

I am sitting here grooving to some Better Than Ezra tunes and fighting the urge it gives me to drink a couple of shots of Jagermeister (that we convienently have in the fridge) and turn the air up really cold and pretend I am dancing like a fool to live music in a freezing warehouse (which we inconvienently don't have). Yeah, I am so nostalgic this week it is freaking killing me. Bastard Florida. It doesn't help to know they tore down my warehouse either. Bastard people.

Posted by gwendolyn on at 04:53 PM

The last four paragraphs of Weetabix's October 12th entry made me cry a river just now. I am not sure if it is because I am a country raised Midwesterner who has been out of my element for so long that I can just now really appreciate and miss it, or mabe because I just spent the weekend building personal bridges that had almost been burned. Nothing like being clad in layered cool weather clothes and tall leather boots breathing the crisp cool air and loving everything about Autumn in southwestern Ohio. Perhaps I am just a bit overly tired and nostalgic. Either way, she says it perfectly. I don't know why I am so anxious to leave the places I have been but miss them so much when I get tired of where I am. I think my problem is I am never really home no matter where I go. Or maybe I am just at home everywhere, but just for a little while. Can't go back to Rockville.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 14, 2002 at 01:12 PM

This week has been crazy. I now probably hold the world record for the fastest job quitter in the world. I spent three days jumping through a bunch of silly hoops for a woman I couldn't understand because she didn't speak English or even complete sentences that made sense. She managed to rudely cut me off in the middle of every single sentence I said to her. All for a part time job at Victoria's Secret Beauty. Then I decided that it was all a crock of shit and that I didn't want to jump through anymore of their hoops for a trial offer at the low low price of $6.25 an hour. Then maybe possibly earning hours based on my sales (or lack of) starting with a free night of proving my worth on the sales floor plus a complete VS wardrobe and make up makeover that I would have to pick up the tab for before I would even be considered for the job. I mean give me a fucking break. I didn't realize working part time at the mall was such a super huge thing.


Then yesterday we rushed Logan to the dentist because we thought we had another impacted molar nightmare on the horizon that turned out to be a very minor yet extremely painful ulcer on his gums. Thank God.


Then I found out this morning that I am going to hold yet another record for the girl with the most consecutive freaky weird AVM induced partial hysterectomy procedures in town. Yes, I am going back under the knife October 24th. I am not mad about it exactly. I am just tired, and I don't feel good. I also feel like the biggest pain in everyone's ass. That bothers me. I am going to give those doctors a run for their money I think. Dr. Z has decided that I am just a bit more woman than he can handle all by himself :) So he is calling in his other doctor buddy to help him keep a handle on the situation. They have to do all of this in a unique Gwenisaveryhighmortalityrisk kind of way. I should feel so very special. They are going in above the area first to cut off all blood supply and seal off all the veins and arteries and check for more sneaky AVMs then very carefully remove the cervix sealing stuff off as they go making sure I don't pull a fast one on them like I did the first time and cause a big red scary flood and try to permanently check out. It is a bit scary. I am a little scared considering my track record this year.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 11, 2002 at 01:31 PM

Well we resumed consumption of normal food and the luxury of regular two-ply toilet paper over the weekend. The Publix Direct delivery driver appeared around dinner time on Friday and all was well with the world again.


The grand plan is still on course. We made it through the weekend and only have twelve more days of being flat ass broke before it is payday again and we can start the next two week stretch of being flat ass broke. We have been spending quite a bit of time browsing realtor.com and have come to the sickening conclusion that the inflated cost of property in Florida is just completely and totally insane. So the logical thing to do would be to buy property somewhere else. The problem with this logical solution is that the paycheck is here. Therefore, we must be here too. I could have two small farms in the northern Midwest for the monthly payment we make on the 1005 square foot box we live in now. Isn't that just sick?

Posted by gwendolyn on October 07, 2002 at 10:23 AM

You know you are scraping the bottom of the barrel when your lunch consists of a soup made from spaghetti noodles, a can of green beans, a can of peas, a can of corn, some vegetable broth, dried onion flakes, and random and liberal dumping in of spices of which I have no clue what they are actually for. Actually, it isn't all that bad. I keep thinking that it would go good with warm buttery cornbread. Hope took a couple of bites and then shot me a mean look and announced "Momma, I do NOT love it!" Which hastily got her excused from the table. I guess I can't count on her to take an openminded approach to my limited creative skills in culinary arts. Logan is chowing down. It is either not all that bad or he has just reached the age boys do where he is a bottomless pit and will consume anything put in front of him. I have a feeling it is more the latter. Savannah wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole, it didn't shock me. She doesn't touch most normal dishes with a ten foot pole. However, she did find it quite amusing that she is now using hot pink party napkins for toilet paper. I hope she doesn't start expecting that. Thank god the groceries will be here at seven tonight. I don't think I could ration party napkin toilet paper much past this afternoon.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 04, 2002 at 03:11 PM

I have spent the last couple of days reluctantly applying for part time evening jobs for the upcoming holidays. I am determined not to mess up the grand plan by charging Christmas. I am hoping that if I do actually start working it will do a little more than just buy presents. After some consideration about the pros of working part time in any of the four places I have applied I have decided that it might not be so bad if it all worked out and I enjoyed it enough to keep going even after Christmas. It sure wouldn't hurt the budget any. I have been very selective in where I will consider working so maybe something will come of it all and maybe it won't. We will see.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 03, 2002 at 11:17 AM

Thankfully, I have rebounded and am in a pretty normal state of mind today. I have been running around here trying to clean up the apartment while Logan does his schoolwork in hopes of making it to the pool this afternoon. I have gained a couple of pounds over the last week and I need to keep up with the swimming to counteract all of the wine and cheese and crackers we have been consuming every evening.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 01, 2002 at 09:10 AM