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And another update! Won't cut this one as there's only minor ewwishness.
One week ago today, at this time, I was in a hospital bed, mildly drugged (I think they took my history of alcohol abuse rather seriously, as I was not given a morphine drip. Sad day- I liked the morphine drip after my previous surgery.) and finally free of a combined 44cm's worth of fibroids.
Today, the staples were removed, and in a move that frightens me slightly, no bandages were put over the incision- which means I can -look- at it. *collective eeeeeeeew!* Apparently, it will heal better that way. Ok, nice nurse lady. I am walking well, and moving alright in general, although I'm still in a unhappy mix of pain/discomfort, made worse by swelling. Today also marks the point where I will run out of my pain meds. At my mother's frantic head shaking, I reluctantly agreed to not get another script's worth of them, and instead will be relying on extra strength tylenol. Anyone who knows me well, knows that tylenol and I are not friends. We shall see how this works. Worst case, I call the doctor's office in a day or two, weeping, and they rush me another script. However, I'm starting to think that once I'm a bit less fuzzy-headed, I'll be able to make do with the tylenol, and my own bullheaded ability to ignore my pain/discomfort if it's easier to do so then to do something about it.
Mum's here until Saturday, when she flies back to FL. From that point forward, I'll be alone in the flat with James, who's working full time. I've been knitting, and making those wood things- the sheets of bits that all fit together, like a puzzle? I've made a giraffe (a high end kit) and a sphinx (a cheap-ass kit) thus far. James bought me "Temple of Heaven" kit today- I'll save that for Thursday night after mum goes home for the evening. And I suspect I'll be knitting a lot of scarves...people may get scarves for Christmas, or I may keep them all to myself and add to my already absurd collection of scarves.
I'm tempted to teach myself to crochet. And if I could manage to find a decently priced lap-loom, or something of the sort, I've been wanting to learn to weave for awhile now. Because I have a month and a week, or so, if things go very well, or nearly two more months, if things are less good, before I can go back to work. Thank god for for short term disability, but if I don't have something to occupy my time, well...I hate to tell y'all, but I'll go more insane then I already am.
That said...I'm looking forward to a break. I'll watch a lot of movies, and do some crafts, and watch the leaves change colour, and on James' days off, we can take small road trips places, and see things. And since I rarely, if ever go out, outside of paying bills, I can save up the money I -do- make thanks to the STD. It will be good for my mental health, I think.
Yeah. Keep tellin myself that...
One week ago today, at this time, I was in a hospital bed, mildly drugged (I think they took my history of alcohol abuse rather seriously, as I was not given a morphine drip. Sad day- I liked the morphine drip after my previous surgery.) and finally free of a combined 44cm's worth of fibroids.
Today, the staples were removed, and in a move that frightens me slightly, no bandages were put over the incision- which means I can -look- at it. *collective eeeeeeeew!* Apparently, it will heal better that way. Ok, nice nurse lady. I am walking well, and moving alright in general, although I'm still in a unhappy mix of pain/discomfort, made worse by swelling. Today also marks the point where I will run out of my pain meds. At my mother's frantic head shaking, I reluctantly agreed to not get another script's worth of them, and instead will be relying on extra strength tylenol. Anyone who knows me well, knows that tylenol and I are not friends. We shall see how this works. Worst case, I call the doctor's office in a day or two, weeping, and they rush me another script. However, I'm starting to think that once I'm a bit less fuzzy-headed, I'll be able to make do with the tylenol, and my own bullheaded ability to ignore my pain/discomfort if it's easier to do so then to do something about it.
Mum's here until Saturday, when she flies back to FL. From that point forward, I'll be alone in the flat with James, who's working full time. I've been knitting, and making those wood things- the sheets of bits that all fit together, like a puzzle? I've made a giraffe (a high end kit) and a sphinx (a cheap-ass kit) thus far. James bought me "Temple of Heaven" kit today- I'll save that for Thursday night after mum goes home for the evening. And I suspect I'll be knitting a lot of scarves...people may get scarves for Christmas, or I may keep them all to myself and add to my already absurd collection of scarves.
I'm tempted to teach myself to crochet. And if I could manage to find a decently priced lap-loom, or something of the sort, I've been wanting to learn to weave for awhile now. Because I have a month and a week, or so, if things go very well, or nearly two more months, if things are less good, before I can go back to work. Thank god for for short term disability, but if I don't have something to occupy my time, well...I hate to tell y'all, but I'll go more insane then I already am.
That said...I'm looking forward to a break. I'll watch a lot of movies, and do some crafts, and watch the leaves change colour, and on James' days off, we can take small road trips places, and see things. And since I rarely, if ever go out, outside of paying bills, I can save up the money I -do- make thanks to the STD. It will be good for my mental health, I think.
Yeah. Keep tellin myself that...