my fucking life update! content warning: ( infection update, breast imaging, grossness / dog bite, local politics & the french revolution, physical/emotional state: in the end, all's probs well )

I'm getting better. Slowly. Frustratingly slowly. But not because of the pneumonia or anything like that... That's seeming gone now, and really that would be too easy. One opportunistic infection just isn't enough for me! ( [content warning: TMI, bacterial infection in sensitive location] )

Had a doctor's appt today to check on the status of the breast surgery site.

Good news:
Doctor gave me new pain meds! (the old ones had acetaminophen in them and acetaminophen gives me a headache) My new life as a drug dealer can begin now! (That was a joke.)

Site is healing very quickly.

(Sort of) Bad news:
Site is colonized with Pseudomonas, ( Read more... )

Surgery went well. Healing's supposedly going well. ( Some vague details )

Okay! I'm at home again, and everything went really well.

( Surgery Details )

Well, it's a good thing my thread at the love meme is going well-and thank you,
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( stuff not germane to the main point of the entry, including my wussiness about my appt at the breast trauma clinic )

Fucking hell.

I hit my hand on my brother's solid wood dresser pretty hard and now my middle/pointer fingers are unpredictably not responding to movement requests (I have no idea how else to say that), painfully tingly, and unable to grip occasionally.

FAIL FAIL FAIL.

Originally posted at Dreamwidth. Comment there (
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So Sunday night had all the earmarks of a spiral down into depression.

But then I didn't.

How I fix it:

• fucking RECOGNIZED that I was having delusional thinking (thanks
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