They bring mini-peppers in their lunch everyday.
(The seeds are always at the top.)
Peppers are good.
And a mini PS...
I just talked to my surgeon to schedule my next surgery for the beginning of the new year.
It's going to be a big, scary surgery.
He wants me to plan on a one or two week hospital stay.
I'm going to beg to be allowed to heal at home.
I really, really, really don't want to leave my family again.
But-- this is a good thing.
They are fixing my ureter, my fistula, my scar, and taking out some stitches. Blah.
I'm going to be all fixed and ready to run for another 50 years.
I am SO grateful for surgeons.
Grateful to be alive, walking, and mothering again.
I can do this (even though I don't really want to).