This and that.
I am still not allowed to lift anything over ten pounds, and do you know what weighs more than ten pounds? Everything. Like the Brita water jug for example.
I do not like having anyone doing anything for me that I can do for myself so all of this 'would you mind passing the vacuum?' or 'can you make the bed?' and 'can you carry this?' is getting really old.
It snowed 35 centimeters over the last twelve or so hours and normally I would be out there shovelling but I'm looking out the window watching Robert handling all of it and I'm wishing I could help because shovelling after the first major snowfall is really fun, especially right before Christmas.
I am ashamed to say that I was a big ole baby while I was in the hospital and cried over the fact that I was barfing so much, and that my hand blew up and hurt from a bad vein that had an IV plugged into it, and then again when they flushed out my IV in a different vein and they plunged the syringe so damn hard that I could see the vein swell up from the gusher. Call the whaaaambulance.
I got home and the first thing I did before I even got my coat off was to puke in the sink because the toilet was a foot further away.
I spent the next two weeks in bed, getting up only to use the bathroom and grab things like yogurt and packaged chocolate pudding and thinking that five days without a shower was perfectly fine.
I feel a lot better now, but TEN POUNDS! Everything weighs more than ten pounds!
On the lighter side, here is Rufus sporting a turtle neck sweater which slays my face off.
This cat is so laid back.
I do not like having anyone doing anything for me that I can do for myself so all of this 'would you mind passing the vacuum?' or 'can you make the bed?' and 'can you carry this?' is getting really old.
It snowed 35 centimeters over the last twelve or so hours and normally I would be out there shovelling but I'm looking out the window watching Robert handling all of it and I'm wishing I could help because shovelling after the first major snowfall is really fun, especially right before Christmas.
I am ashamed to say that I was a big ole baby while I was in the hospital and cried over the fact that I was barfing so much, and that my hand blew up and hurt from a bad vein that had an IV plugged into it, and then again when they flushed out my IV in a different vein and they plunged the syringe so damn hard that I could see the vein swell up from the gusher. Call the whaaaambulance.
I got home and the first thing I did before I even got my coat off was to puke in the sink because the toilet was a foot further away.
I spent the next two weeks in bed, getting up only to use the bathroom and grab things like yogurt and packaged chocolate pudding and thinking that five days without a shower was perfectly fine.
I feel a lot better now, but TEN POUNDS! Everything weighs more than ten pounds!
On the lighter side, here is Rufus sporting a turtle neck sweater which slays my face off.
This cat is so laid back.