The Furious Spinner

Went for my post-op appointment today. I had been instructed that I had to take a painkiller beforehand. I reluctantly did as I was instructed. I trust my surgeon. She really doesn't want to cause me pain. I explained that I could take pain. As I've said before, pain is temporary. I knew any pain I experience would go away. Would be short-lived. (We're not talking chronic pain; that is a horse of a different color.) Still, she said the post-op appointment could get hairy, and she wanted me drugged, so I took the pill—percecet, or some kind of Rush Limbaugh-wannabe drug. The post-op visit was an absolute breeze, and I really could have done without the drug. Dizziness. Nausea. Dizziness. Did I mention nausea? Bleck. Eight hours later and it's almost gone, just a bit drowsy and sick. Mario is making my comfort food: blueberry pancakes. I admire people who can do medical stuff nonchalantly. I'm just laying on the couch. We watched Junebug. Tried to watch Bleak House but it was really...bleak. We'll try later when I'm not on drugs. So now I'm watching The Gilmore Girls. Starting from the beginning. Like eating bonbons without the sugar hangover.

Dreamed last night that it was the Night of the Living Dead. (Second time I've dreamed of that recently.) Everyone was turning into the living dead, and Mario and I decided we had to get back to our families, so we were trying to pack just right so that we could fool the living dead and get by them. The night before, I dreamed I was looking to buy a house that had seven toasters. Kind of funny.

OK. I know this is fascinating beyond belief, but I shall sign off for now. 0 comments

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

All photographs and written material copyright © 2003-2008 by Kim Antieau unless otherwise indicated. May not be used without permission.