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For the first time since Saturday I feel functional again. Sort of. It's taken many, many Advil and Tylenol, and some quality time with a well-placed heating pad to get me to this point, too.
I saw my surgeon today; according to his records I'm down 77 lbs, just 23 shy of my goal, and when he sees me again in March he will likely refer me for a tummy tuck, which he says will probably be approved by my insurance. I almost can't wait!
One of my acrylic nails, guaranteed not to bend or break, broke. I managed to file it down so it's not jagged and scary, but it doesn't match the rest anymore. I think I might have to spend the money to have them redone someplace else other than the beauty school. The girl who did them was nice enough, and I really thought she'd done a good job that day, but these things are supposed to last and last, and so far I've had to reglue the corners on at least five of them, file down weird shaped bits on two of them, and file away the broken part of one.
I didn't manage to make it through work yesterday. I was on the clock for 20 minutes, all of which was spent crying while trying to explain to one person or another that I was okay, but still in pain, and I would be fine to work, really. But they sent me home, anyway. However, I wasn't feeling ready to drive, so I napped in Danny's car until his shift was over, and then we went to his house so he could empty the catbox (and he was supposed to help his dad on the roof but his parents were too tired.) Then, we went to Wal*Mart and got Angel s4 on DVD, which we've been watching the past two days. I still wasn't really feeling okay to drive, but we had to get my car home and my parents weren't going to want to do the drive-in-and-get-Felicia's-car thing again. Danny says I almost went off the road at one point, which doesn't surprise me.
Time to try the going-to-work thing again... Danny's going to drive me, and take in a movie while I'm working. I'm not giving in today... no matter how much pain I'm in I'm not going to freaking wimp out again. I'm so mad at myself for not staying yesterday, although they didn't really give me much choice. That, and I couldn't stop crying. Oh well. Off to work, now.
I saw my surgeon today; according to his records I'm down 77 lbs, just 23 shy of my goal, and when he sees me again in March he will likely refer me for a tummy tuck, which he says will probably be approved by my insurance. I almost can't wait!
One of my acrylic nails, guaranteed not to bend or break, broke. I managed to file it down so it's not jagged and scary, but it doesn't match the rest anymore. I think I might have to spend the money to have them redone someplace else other than the beauty school. The girl who did them was nice enough, and I really thought she'd done a good job that day, but these things are supposed to last and last, and so far I've had to reglue the corners on at least five of them, file down weird shaped bits on two of them, and file away the broken part of one.
I didn't manage to make it through work yesterday. I was on the clock for 20 minutes, all of which was spent crying while trying to explain to one person or another that I was okay, but still in pain, and I would be fine to work, really. But they sent me home, anyway. However, I wasn't feeling ready to drive, so I napped in Danny's car until his shift was over, and then we went to his house so he could empty the catbox (and he was supposed to help his dad on the roof but his parents were too tired.) Then, we went to Wal*Mart and got Angel s4 on DVD, which we've been watching the past two days. I still wasn't really feeling okay to drive, but we had to get my car home and my parents weren't going to want to do the drive-in-and-get-Felicia's-car thing again. Danny says I almost went off the road at one point, which doesn't surprise me.
Time to try the going-to-work thing again... Danny's going to drive me, and take in a movie while I'm working. I'm not giving in today... no matter how much pain I'm in I'm not going to freaking wimp out again. I'm so mad at myself for not staying yesterday, although they didn't really give me much choice. That, and I couldn't stop crying. Oh well. Off to work, now.