In A Better Place
A compilation of short thoughts on this Sunday morning:
This morning I had a dream my dad got real mad that I wanted to watch the show "Weeds" and he tried to attack me with 2 beer bottles in his hands. I woke up to hitting Jack in the face by accident in self-defense to my dream.
I can still play Wii bowling- and kick ass.
Bubble baths are the best. Amy- no wonder you became a diver when you fractured your back... The power of being weightless in water is incredible. Since I didn't walk ALL DAY yesterday, Jack might let me go up to the pool today and then I shall be able to move around all I want. But, he's going to insist on rolling me up to the roof in his office chair because we don't have a wheelchair yet.
The couple next door just got the cutest puppy in the world. I want a puppy.
I like being active. Recently, I've been hyperactive. This probably occurs because all day- I am just laying down. Now, for me, sitting is a fun activity. Except when it hurts a little. Jack still finds it endearing when I consistently tap/poke on whichever one of his limbs is closest to my hands. Soon it'll become annoying.
Bellevue hospital is the worst. There are people in orange jumpsuits with hands and ankles shackled being led and followed by officers. Perhaps inmates like the hospital. It probably is an interesting change of scenery in comparison to prison.
The book Me Talk Pretty One Day is nothing what I expected it to be. I'm hoping I can finish it soon, so I can start reading Shantaram.
It is TOTALLY not worth my time to be irritated at some people, when I can instead spend my energy being grateful for other people. I'm lucky, and extremely grateful, to have the friends that I do. Anyways, karma always takes care of bitches.
Birthday in bed was completely successful. Baskin Robbins cookies and cream ice cream cake is the best. I hadn't been so happy in a while. I blew out all 20 candles in one breath.
Jack has been taking better care of me than I would have even received at home. He kisses me before he leaves for work every morning and recently has been leaving me peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwiches on a chair next to the bed. He signed me up for blockbuster too, so I have movies, books, and visitors!
I played scrabble this week and got 51 points for the word "query"- the "q" strategically placed on a triple letter score box.
Morphine makes me throw up. Codine makes me just a little bit nauesous.
I've only been eating one square a day, as Jack puts it. Food doesn't seem very appealing, and I don't burn any calories laying in bed all day. Eric told me that I still burn 1000 calories a day. I'm probably only ingesting 5/600 a day. I wish I could either be hungry, or not. Extreme hunger followed by waves of nausea and disgust for certain foods is not helping my case with eating 3 squares a day.
I have a new found appreciation for bendy straws.
This morning I had a dream my dad got real mad that I wanted to watch the show "Weeds" and he tried to attack me with 2 beer bottles in his hands. I woke up to hitting Jack in the face by accident in self-defense to my dream.
I can still play Wii bowling- and kick ass.
Bubble baths are the best. Amy- no wonder you became a diver when you fractured your back... The power of being weightless in water is incredible. Since I didn't walk ALL DAY yesterday, Jack might let me go up to the pool today and then I shall be able to move around all I want. But, he's going to insist on rolling me up to the roof in his office chair because we don't have a wheelchair yet.
The couple next door just got the cutest puppy in the world. I want a puppy.
I like being active. Recently, I've been hyperactive. This probably occurs because all day- I am just laying down. Now, for me, sitting is a fun activity. Except when it hurts a little. Jack still finds it endearing when I consistently tap/poke on whichever one of his limbs is closest to my hands. Soon it'll become annoying.
Bellevue hospital is the worst. There are people in orange jumpsuits with hands and ankles shackled being led and followed by officers. Perhaps inmates like the hospital. It probably is an interesting change of scenery in comparison to prison.
The book Me Talk Pretty One Day is nothing what I expected it to be. I'm hoping I can finish it soon, so I can start reading Shantaram.
It is TOTALLY not worth my time to be irritated at some people, when I can instead spend my energy being grateful for other people. I'm lucky, and extremely grateful, to have the friends that I do. Anyways, karma always takes care of bitches.
Birthday in bed was completely successful. Baskin Robbins cookies and cream ice cream cake is the best. I hadn't been so happy in a while. I blew out all 20 candles in one breath.
Jack has been taking better care of me than I would have even received at home. He kisses me before he leaves for work every morning and recently has been leaving me peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwiches on a chair next to the bed. He signed me up for blockbuster too, so I have movies, books, and visitors!
I played scrabble this week and got 51 points for the word "query"- the "q" strategically placed on a triple letter score box.
Morphine makes me throw up. Codine makes me just a little bit nauesous.
I've only been eating one square a day, as Jack puts it. Food doesn't seem very appealing, and I don't burn any calories laying in bed all day. Eric told me that I still burn 1000 calories a day. I'm probably only ingesting 5/600 a day. I wish I could either be hungry, or not. Extreme hunger followed by waves of nausea and disgust for certain foods is not helping my case with eating 3 squares a day.
I have a new found appreciation for bendy straws.