I have been AWOL at the Build A Boy Workshop
Current state of affairs.
I have some OTC-level painkillers (which is so far all I need), an appointment for the dressings clinic next week which unfortunately clashes with the hairdresser, and appear so far to be bouncing back with the elasticity of a fairly fatigued but genuine rubber ball.
(did not suffer ill effects of G/A, but did have an accidental Surprise Nap which alarmed the nurses a lot until they'd established that I'd sat down on the floor before I fainted rather than fainting to the floor and bonking my head on anything, in possibly the first ever instance of Derek Being Remotely Responsible About His Own Physical Health).
Goals for tomorrow: continue to observe the "don't get DVT" steps of "be mobile, stay hydrated" and try not to think too much about pulmonary embolism; read more, try to catch up on computer-based chores, do not have a fight with boyfriend, get out of the house but don't faint anywhere in public.
Goals for Sunday: I appear to have signed up to go to a press screening of Dr Strange and then be paid in free drinks to be rude about it on video for a Major Comics Website afterward; will probably skip the free drinks and just go straight to Being Rude.
Monday goals: move more, try to work on Sekrit Sewing Present For Friend, fanfic work, leave house more, do not have fight with anyone, do not faint anywhere, do not bleed on anything.
[Emotionally: I feel rather like two enormous bowling balls of stress and impatience have been removed from my chest along with a great deal of trepidition. Feeling rather chill despite fightiness, garbage world falling down around my ears, warnings of physical doom, and occasional bouts of rapid-onset fatigue.]