Soon, there will be talk of where I’ve been hiding, mostly going certifiably crazy, the last year. Soon, there will be talk of what happened in November, then December, then January, February, and March. Soon, there will be talk of why I’ve been in Georgia since the beginning of Spring, just as the snow and ice began to thaw and just as I began recovery. Soon, I will be back in Utah, where it feels like I belong. And soon, there will be talk of how that scares me out of my mind and away from my body sometimes. Soon, I guess.

• Surgery was somewhat of a success. My stomach has three puncture wounds. They hurt like (a) mother(s). Except not all at once. In musical fashion, Fantasia-mop style.

• Baby isn’t here yet. Meadow is being induced tomorrow. So we’ll see.

• It still really, really, really hurts. I may or may not have overdone it last week while enjoying a false sense of alrightness at the hand of some mighty narcotics.

• In summary: Baby. Ow.

Dear Doctor,

My mother and I found and safely returned a Guide Dogs for the Blind puppy tonight, so I’m pretty sure that means that you are in the clear to perform a pain-free surgery tomorrow.

Love,
Ashley