sometimes I forget I'm still awake, I fuck up and say these things out loud
I never update during the summer. I was noticing that last year, that I probably made all of like 4 or 5 updates during the entire 3-month span of summer break, and I remember thinking that was weird. Meh. To echo the sentiments of many others lately, I concur that LJ is most definitely dieing (dying? why can't I spell anymore?) out.
Anyhow. Seeing as how I have run out of pretty much all other avenues of entertainment, I'm updating. There's not a whole lot to keep me busy, seeing as how I pretty much can't leave the house (not allowed to drive yet) and my normally doting mother is in Seattle for the day, leaving me all alone and bored out of my skin. Dawson's Creek re-runs on TBS have been pre-empted by a Braves game (booo) and my dad is currently refusing to go rent movies for me at Hollywood Video until I buck up and pay all my old late charges that I managed to rack up while still in high school. So, I'm bored. Really bored. ::sigh::
Surgery went well, thank goodness, but this recovery thing sucks balls. For the first week my life has pretty much revolved around setting alarms every 5 hours to take pills of varying sizes, colors, and side effects. Turns out Percocet makes me vomit excessively and the antibiotic they gave me made me itch. And itch. And itch. It was kind of gross, actually. I had to put on my work-cape last night and go to the designer workshop and at least attend, if not help, which was actually a blessing in disguise because it got my ass out of bed/off the couch and out into the real world for the first time since last Thursday. Plus, it was an awesome day out (89-odd-degrees in Olympia, my goodness) and I got to wear a tank top that made me remember why I went through with this whole thing in the first place every time I glanced at a reflection of myself in a window. It was quite fabulous. Also, there was cheesecake involved. That helped.
Overall I'm feeling pretty good, save for the occasional bout of nausea (which is diminishing as the days go by, thankfully) and yesterday's realization that one of the possible risks/complications that can happen with this surgery did in fact happen in my case and it's something I'm kind of stuck with. (It's kind of weird and personal, or else I'd talk about it in greusome detail, but if you're really curious...) Anyway even with that in mind I'm really happy with everything and I'm starting to feel like a normal human being once again. I'm supposed to be in Redmond on Friday at noon to get the surutres removed, which I'm sure will be fantastically painful, but I've been instructed to take Vicodin to help with the process. Monday is scheduled to be my first day back at work, which I think is somewhat optimistic, but I'm hopeful. I miss having something to do, and dammit, if I could shower without help I'd be out and about every day. Unfortunately, showering is the most challenging part of recovery and is a very awkward 2-person process. Ah well. Hopefully soon I will be restored to my previous fiercely independent lifestyle.
Aaaand that's about it, kids. Hope everyone is having a fantastic summer -- thanks to all for the cards and calls (and to Lara for the care package!).
P.S. school starts in 25 days! [oh dear. I think I'm actually excited about going back to school for the first time in approximately forever. this is disturbing.]
Anyhow. Seeing as how I have run out of pretty much all other avenues of entertainment, I'm updating. There's not a whole lot to keep me busy, seeing as how I pretty much can't leave the house (not allowed to drive yet) and my normally doting mother is in Seattle for the day, leaving me all alone and bored out of my skin. Dawson's Creek re-runs on TBS have been pre-empted by a Braves game (booo) and my dad is currently refusing to go rent movies for me at Hollywood Video until I buck up and pay all my old late charges that I managed to rack up while still in high school. So, I'm bored. Really bored. ::sigh::
Surgery went well, thank goodness, but this recovery thing sucks balls. For the first week my life has pretty much revolved around setting alarms every 5 hours to take pills of varying sizes, colors, and side effects. Turns out Percocet makes me vomit excessively and the antibiotic they gave me made me itch. And itch. And itch. It was kind of gross, actually. I had to put on my work-cape last night and go to the designer workshop and at least attend, if not help, which was actually a blessing in disguise because it got my ass out of bed/off the couch and out into the real world for the first time since last Thursday. Plus, it was an awesome day out (89-odd-degrees in Olympia, my goodness) and I got to wear a tank top that made me remember why I went through with this whole thing in the first place every time I glanced at a reflection of myself in a window. It was quite fabulous. Also, there was cheesecake involved. That helped.
Overall I'm feeling pretty good, save for the occasional bout of nausea (which is diminishing as the days go by, thankfully) and yesterday's realization that one of the possible risks/complications that can happen with this surgery did in fact happen in my case and it's something I'm kind of stuck with. (It's kind of weird and personal, or else I'd talk about it in greusome detail, but if you're really curious...) Anyway even with that in mind I'm really happy with everything and I'm starting to feel like a normal human being once again. I'm supposed to be in Redmond on Friday at noon to get the surutres removed, which I'm sure will be fantastically painful, but I've been instructed to take Vicodin to help with the process. Monday is scheduled to be my first day back at work, which I think is somewhat optimistic, but I'm hopeful. I miss having something to do, and dammit, if I could shower without help I'd be out and about every day. Unfortunately, showering is the most challenging part of recovery and is a very awkward 2-person process. Ah well. Hopefully soon I will be restored to my previous fiercely independent lifestyle.
Aaaand that's about it, kids. Hope everyone is having a fantastic summer -- thanks to all for the cards and calls (and to Lara for the care package!).
P.S. school starts in 25 days! [oh dear. I think I'm actually excited about going back to school for the first time in approximately forever. this is disturbing.]