BOOM! Roasted!
This is turning into the Eternal Week. The surgery turned into a bigger deal than I thought it was going to be, more pain, longer recovery time, etc. I'm having a hard time with this, as my expectation is always that I shall bounce back like an india rubber ball,  and I maintain this baseless optimism in the face of all evidence to the contrary. THAT evidence proves only that I am far more fragile than my outward appearance would suggest, a fact I not only do not like, I oftentimes refuse to accept. In addition, there have been people situations. *sigh* If you know me, you know that of all the different kinds of situations avai

Oh, SO FULL OF HATE I AM.
I have spent pretty much all of the day completely pissed off. *sigh* It's amazing to me how two people can experience the same stuff so completely differently. And also, how crazy and drama will suck you in. I have previously been fairly seriously crazy and so dramatic that my mother occasionally referred to me as Sarah Bernhardt. Hint: She was an old time famous actress, for those of you educated in America. But those days are quite awhile ago now, and my tolerance has gotten less and less as time passed. Stuff that used to seem normal to me now makes me want to randomly stab people on the street. I'm sick of it. So I'm goin

And Thus Do We Begin Our Week
So, my surgery was scheduled for 9:30 AM and I didn't actually have surgery til 4PM, which means I went 24 hours without food, but, more importantly, 24 hours without any Coke Zero. I was pissed. I told my vascular surgeon that he was on my shit list, and he promised to bring me a Diet Coke after my surgery. By the last couple of hours, I was crying from sheer exhaustion, thirst and hunger, but then they gave me goof balls, and that was better. Really hard to cry on the goof balls. When they wheeled me out of surgery and into the 1st recovery room, the nurse went to the soda machine and brought me a bottle of Diet Pepsi, and I proclaimed m

Trick Or Shut The Fuck Up
The thing about having surgery is that you never really know how you are going to feel afterwards, or how long it's going to take to feel good enough to pick up your daily routine. So my habit before surgery is to clean the house, make sure I have food that's easy to make, and just generally prepare for the possibility that I'm gonna feel like ass. Before my shoulder surgery this summer I did these things, and man oh man, was that the smart idea. I still needed help, but it was easier for people to help me because I had set up before hand. And now you know how I spent my Halloween.

Leprchauns Are Fuckers, Trust Me OnThis
So. Monday the 2nd of November, I shall be busy having my veins rearranged into a more pleasing semblance of a zen garden, and then at some point I need to get my head scanned (insert joke here) and then the following Monday, November 9th, will find me once again on a slab with someone up to their elbows in my sinuses, which, by the way, is perilously close to where I keep my brain, and so, is unnerving, especially since I just got that brain working the way I wanted it to. This weekend is apparently Halloween, which is an amateur drinking holiday and one of the many so called holidays that I do not celebrate. What holidays do I celebrate, you ask? I c