Last day of my 40s
I don't have any plans for tomorrow, except a haircut. I've never been one for celebrating my birthdays much as an adult. Not having any ambitions or wanting a family has always given me a weirdly unstuck in time feeling, like because there's no benchmarks to measure my life against I've always felt no particular age.
Well, except for my body physically failing, that's one unshakeable measurement. I had my post-surgical appointment this morning, which meant waiting a half hour at the Abbeville Rural Health Clinic so the surgeon could spend less than 5 minutes with me.
It's fine, I'm not experiencing anything I'm concerned about, and when he looked at my incisions he said I was healing better/faster than usual. That's always been a thing with me; I remember a few Christmases ago when I fell out of the shower and split the back of my scalp open on the counter and needed 8 staples to close it. I went to New Orleans that afternoon and spent all night belting out '70s and '80s songs at the piano bar in Pat O'Brien's.
The sales department treated the office to pizza on Wednesday, which was the first greasy food I'd eaten since the gallbladder came out so it was kind of a test. No complications.
I bought the Rokr orrery kit as a birthday present to myself, as planned. It's "on sale" right now, although Rokr seems like one of those companies that's always having "sales" that are actually just their regular price and it's some psych-out to make you go "Oh I was just looking, but it's on sale, I better buy it now!". (Binoid does this, too; I like their products but the tactic is not subtle.) And I got an extra 10% off that for placing my first order--the previous 2 kits I've done were purchased through Amazon, but they've never sold this particular one.
Well, except for my body physically failing, that's one unshakeable measurement. I had my post-surgical appointment this morning, which meant waiting a half hour at the Abbeville Rural Health Clinic so the surgeon could spend less than 5 minutes with me.
It's fine, I'm not experiencing anything I'm concerned about, and when he looked at my incisions he said I was healing better/faster than usual. That's always been a thing with me; I remember a few Christmases ago when I fell out of the shower and split the back of my scalp open on the counter and needed 8 staples to close it. I went to New Orleans that afternoon and spent all night belting out '70s and '80s songs at the piano bar in Pat O'Brien's.
The sales department treated the office to pizza on Wednesday, which was the first greasy food I'd eaten since the gallbladder came out so it was kind of a test. No complications.
I bought the Rokr orrery kit as a birthday present to myself, as planned. It's "on sale" right now, although Rokr seems like one of those companies that's always having "sales" that are actually just their regular price and it's some psych-out to make you go "Oh I was just looking, but it's on sale, I better buy it now!". (Binoid does this, too; I like their products but the tactic is not subtle.) And I got an extra 10% off that for placing my first order--the previous 2 kits I've done were purchased through Amazon, but they've never sold this particular one.