Fidgety can't sleep
Wonder what is on my mind
My skin seems to crawl
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Bitch, it's cold out
If you've been watching the news, you know by now that I live in a Top Ten Most Snowiest city. Sweet! I haven't seen anything like this since the late '70's!
I've been taking lots of notes....inspired by the Murf, of course...for future posts. I've got pictures to share and little stories...like the next door neighbor who has shoveled massive amounts of snow onto my front yard to make way for his car. Um, it's okay, I guess. Maybe a little hey-is-it-cool-if-I-do-this would have been nice. I would have said yes! I'm just trying to figure out what is wrong with his front yard...oh well.
Note to self:
Do not open any windows. The snow is between the screen and the glass. It will all fall onto the carpet inside the bedroom. Now that was a bitch to clean up!
I've been taking lots of notes....inspired by the Murf, of course...for future posts. I've got pictures to share and little stories...like the next door neighbor who has shoveled massive amounts of snow onto my front yard to make way for his car. Um, it's okay, I guess. Maybe a little hey-is-it-cool-if-I-do-this would have been nice. I would have said yes! I'm just trying to figure out what is wrong with his front yard...oh well.
Note to self:
Do not open any windows. The snow is between the screen and the glass. It will all fall onto the carpet inside the bedroom. Now that was a bitch to clean up!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Discoveries during recovery
I have a torso!
I have got to get a full grip on the fact that I cannot do a lot of things right now. I had a bit of wound separation last night and it was enough to make me not care about refilling the pepper mill. The peppercorns are up above the stove. And I don't have to get the spatula to turn off the switch on the light over the stove. Big deal if it's on. Big deal if it's off.
The house will not fall apart.
I can't let the pain get away from me.
I have the greatest friends....far and wide....you know who you are...ahem, Murf and the Queen of Tehachapi....Kim!!! I miss you, girl.
I will get a job. Be grateful for the extension of my unemployment benefits.....thank you, Congress.
It could be worse.
There will be no formal Christmas tree this year and that's okay. The house looks beautiful with the white lights here and there. Well, there is a tabletop tree.
I will take as long as it takes to get totally healthy.
I can wait to get back to the gym.
I have got to get a full grip on the fact that I cannot do a lot of things right now. I had a bit of wound separation last night and it was enough to make me not care about refilling the pepper mill. The peppercorns are up above the stove. And I don't have to get the spatula to turn off the switch on the light over the stove. Big deal if it's on. Big deal if it's off.
The house will not fall apart.
I can't let the pain get away from me.
I have the greatest friends....far and wide....you know who you are...ahem, Murf and the Queen of Tehachapi....Kim!!! I miss you, girl.
I will get a job. Be grateful for the extension of my unemployment benefits.....thank you, Congress.
It could be worse.
There will be no formal Christmas tree this year and that's okay. The house looks beautiful with the white lights here and there. Well, there is a tabletop tree.
I will take as long as it takes to get totally healthy.
I can wait to get back to the gym.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
P.O.D.
Post operative depression.
Yesterday was not fun. I woke up in a good mood and about an hour later I started doubting my decision to have the procedure. I made phonecalls to friends and nurses and lions and tigers, oh my! No one was home.
OMG, they're gone, they're gone!!!
I'm not supposed to look like this! Okay, the logical side of me KNOWS it takes weeks for the swelling to go down. The intelligent side of me KNEW what to expect.
I miss my lover. We're having to sleep in separate beds because I have to be on my back for a month and there is no room for elbows...especially the ones that might nail my new girls in the middle of the night. Needless to say, I'm sleeping like shit....which adds to the depression. And I can't even hug my sweetheart....or anyone for that matter. And I am a hugger, people!
I didn't even know there was such a thing as P.O.D. until I went online to find another girl like me.
There was this life-saving website dedicated to BR girls like me. I printed out their list of how to handle this phase of the post op. I was aghast at how many items on the list applied to me. I mean, do these people live in my head?
Good news is....today is a better day and my little boy wants waffles with fresh strawberries. And I'm going to make them because the pain is better today.
Yesterday was not fun. I woke up in a good mood and about an hour later I started doubting my decision to have the procedure. I made phonecalls to friends and nurses and lions and tigers, oh my! No one was home.
OMG, they're gone, they're gone!!!
I'm not supposed to look like this! Okay, the logical side of me KNOWS it takes weeks for the swelling to go down. The intelligent side of me KNEW what to expect.
I miss my lover. We're having to sleep in separate beds because I have to be on my back for a month and there is no room for elbows...especially the ones that might nail my new girls in the middle of the night. Needless to say, I'm sleeping like shit....which adds to the depression. And I can't even hug my sweetheart....or anyone for that matter. And I am a hugger, people!
I didn't even know there was such a thing as P.O.D. until I went online to find another girl like me.
There was this life-saving website dedicated to BR girls like me. I printed out their list of how to handle this phase of the post op. I was aghast at how many items on the list applied to me. I mean, do these people live in my head?
Good news is....today is a better day and my little boy wants waffles with fresh strawberries. And I'm going to make them because the pain is better today.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Reigning from bed, pt. II
Went to the doctor on Friday for my first post-op appointment and I saw myself for the first time since the surgery. I was taken aback somewhat by how things looked. I'm very swollen so it gave me an inaccurate image at first. Dr. Aubrey is amazing. She was empathetic about the pain and told me that things would change physically as time passed. I knew there would be some shock because the Murf told me so!
I have rediscovered a new wardrobe, bitches!
I have two velvet bras dying to be worn! I bought them years ago knowing that someday I would be able to wear them.
I have not had one headache. My neck and back feel fabulous. I can breathe better....seriously.
But I did way too much over between Thanksgiving and Sunday and I am revisiting the in/on the bed habit which means I'm done with this post. Besides, Tyra's about to start! She was a Victoria's Secret model, y'know.
I have rediscovered a new wardrobe, bitches!
I have two velvet bras dying to be worn! I bought them years ago knowing that someday I would be able to wear them.
I have not had one headache. My neck and back feel fabulous. I can breathe better....seriously.
But I did way too much over between Thanksgiving and Sunday and I am revisiting the in/on the bed habit which means I'm done with this post. Besides, Tyra's about to start! She was a Victoria's Secret model, y'know.
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