...come in threes.
I had surgery to my jaw.
My grandfather with Alzheimer's had a crisis, which meant my sister and dad had to make an emergency run to Colorado.
My 15-year-old-cat died.
I feel like s**t. Every time I stand or sit up, someone's taking a jackhammer to my skull, I have to take penicillin every six hours and vicodin every four.
I can't believe Velcro's really gone. I feel like I should be crying, but I'm not. These drugs have seriously screwed with my system. I'm the cry-baby of the family, but I can't.
I keep getting nauseated. That sucks too. My face has swelled up like a balloon and my lower lip/chin area is mostly numb. I'm probably not going to regain full feeling for about a year. I'm on a liquid diet, and yes, I know I'm bitching, but I feel I have the right.
Damn, I loved that cat. It's going to be difficult adjusting without him...
Fuzen-sama · Sun Jul 27, 2008 @ 04:04am · 0 Comments |