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aunt_zeldaWednesday night:
I'm ok everybody. I ache a bit but the painkillers are helping. So is the icepack I've been holding to my face on and off since 3pm.
I got a little nervous beforehand, when they were putting monitors on me and sticking the IV in. But then I ... don't remember anything. I didn't look down at my arm, and it didn't hurt much at all, I just get scared about those sorts of things.
So I woke up, but I don't remember that bit, and the first thing I remember really is being fascinated by the wooden door because the patterns looked like they were moving. And then being fascinated by the greenish-bluish wall because the paint pattern looked like it was moving. Even though I knew it wasn't, it was the anesthesia. And also I was giggling a bit. (Ok, ok, a lot. It was a nice feeling.) And trying to talk to my mom with a mouthful of gauze. And I kept thanking the nurses who came by to check on me. That was really important, to thank them. Also my mom might have filmed me, lol, I looked at the video and it's pretty amusing. It's no David After Dentist but it's amusing.
Needed help walking to the car, pressed ice to my face and slurped yogurt with painkillers in it.
Spent the day marathoning Downton Abbey with my mom, the cat on my lap, with my wonderful icepack. Loving the show. Feeling relieved, all things considered. I was pretty nervous but it's ok. I'm sore, but I can manage this. Also, a great time to watch Downton Abbey at last with my mom, while I'm all laid up and not wanting to do anything but watch tv and press an icepack to my face.
Thursday:
Enjoying Red Dragon. The style of writing is very sparse and it's not my kind of thing exactly, but it's part of the Hannibal series so I kind of have to read it, and I'm enjoying it.
I love Will. I love how he instantly goes and teaches Molly how to shoot. And I love how Willy isn't Will's biological son, he's Molly's son from a first marriage. And how he hears about Will being in a mental hospital from the Tattler and having to talk to him about it. That was ... a good scene.
Later on Thursday:
My head's a little fuzzy. Just above the level of "sleepy" and just below "I have a fever." That would be the Vicodin, I expect. Every time I think I'm ok I get up off the couch to shuffle to the kitchen for some water, and by the time I've gone the ten feet back to the couch I'm dizzy.
Even later on Thursday:
Didn't realize how sleepy I was until I laid back on the couch and closed my eyes. My brain went in interesting directions. I was keenly aware of the blood vessels all over my body. When my mom turned on the mixer, I felt ripples go through my head. It didn't hurt, it just ... I felt it differently than usual.
This has been a fascinating experience but I will be glad when it's over and done with.
Before bed Thursday:
Wrote a poem for the first time in ages (I can't remember the last time I wrote poetry.) I just get into the mood for it sometimes and write it and then wonder why I don't put more effort into my poetry.
Anyways, it's about today, and being on Vicodin, and full of nautical allusions. Maybe I'll share it later.
Also I marathoned the first two seasons of Downton Abbey with my mom. The cat sat on me for a lot of it. I slurped applesauce and yogurt and mashed potatoes and ice cream and water and relaxed. And assisted with getting #EatTheRude trending on Twitter last night to try and convince NBC executives to renew Hannibal.
I'm ok everybody. I ache a bit but the painkillers are helping. So is the icepack I've been holding to my face on and off since 3pm.
I got a little nervous beforehand, when they were putting monitors on me and sticking the IV in. But then I ... don't remember anything. I didn't look down at my arm, and it didn't hurt much at all, I just get scared about those sorts of things.
So I woke up, but I don't remember that bit, and the first thing I remember really is being fascinated by the wooden door because the patterns looked like they were moving. And then being fascinated by the greenish-bluish wall because the paint pattern looked like it was moving. Even though I knew it wasn't, it was the anesthesia. And also I was giggling a bit. (Ok, ok, a lot. It was a nice feeling.) And trying to talk to my mom with a mouthful of gauze. And I kept thanking the nurses who came by to check on me. That was really important, to thank them. Also my mom might have filmed me, lol, I looked at the video and it's pretty amusing. It's no David After Dentist but it's amusing.
Needed help walking to the car, pressed ice to my face and slurped yogurt with painkillers in it.
Spent the day marathoning Downton Abbey with my mom, the cat on my lap, with my wonderful icepack. Loving the show. Feeling relieved, all things considered. I was pretty nervous but it's ok. I'm sore, but I can manage this. Also, a great time to watch Downton Abbey at last with my mom, while I'm all laid up and not wanting to do anything but watch tv and press an icepack to my face.
Thursday:
Enjoying Red Dragon. The style of writing is very sparse and it's not my kind of thing exactly, but it's part of the Hannibal series so I kind of have to read it, and I'm enjoying it.
I love Will. I love how he instantly goes and teaches Molly how to shoot. And I love how Willy isn't Will's biological son, he's Molly's son from a first marriage. And how he hears about Will being in a mental hospital from the Tattler and having to talk to him about it. That was ... a good scene.
Later on Thursday:
My head's a little fuzzy. Just above the level of "sleepy" and just below "I have a fever." That would be the Vicodin, I expect. Every time I think I'm ok I get up off the couch to shuffle to the kitchen for some water, and by the time I've gone the ten feet back to the couch I'm dizzy.
Even later on Thursday:
Didn't realize how sleepy I was until I laid back on the couch and closed my eyes. My brain went in interesting directions. I was keenly aware of the blood vessels all over my body. When my mom turned on the mixer, I felt ripples go through my head. It didn't hurt, it just ... I felt it differently than usual.
This has been a fascinating experience but I will be glad when it's over and done with.
Before bed Thursday:
Wrote a poem for the first time in ages (I can't remember the last time I wrote poetry.) I just get into the mood for it sometimes and write it and then wonder why I don't put more effort into my poetry.
Anyways, it's about today, and being on Vicodin, and full of nautical allusions. Maybe I'll share it later.
Also I marathoned the first two seasons of Downton Abbey with my mom. The cat sat on me for a lot of it. I slurped applesauce and yogurt and mashed potatoes and ice cream and water and relaxed. And assisted with getting #EatTheRude trending on Twitter last night to try and convince NBC executives to renew Hannibal.
