Vid Rec: Beneath the Stains of Time

Found this when I went to youtube today to look up Hurt (the version by Johnny Cash).  It is really lovely and completely angsty.  It has Doctors Nine, Ten, and Eleven, Rose, and to a lesser degree, Donna, Amy, Martha, River and Rory.  It's by lotrfan2888.  And why is LJ still putting media at the start of something instead of where you try to insert it?  *sighs*  Guess I should be happy it would embed at all.

Vid Rec: Beneath the Stains of Time

Found this when I went to youtube today to look up Hurt (the version by Johnny Cash).  It is really lovely and completely angsty.  It has Doctors Nine, Ten, and Eleven, Rose, and to a lesser degree, Donna, Amy, Martha, River and Rory.  It's by lotrfan2888.  And why is LJ still putting media at the start of something instead of where you try to insert it?  *sighs*  Guess I should be happy it would embed at all.

A Short Whine

Changing bandages should not still be knocking me for a loop.  It's a simple enough process, remove the old bandage and tape, try not to scratch all my skin off, cleanse the area, dry it, try not to scratch all my skin off, put on the antibiotic cream, put on the new bandages, tape the drainage tube back in place, curse the blasted, itchy tape, try not to scratch all my skin off, go and collapse for three hours to recover.  Is it Tuesday yet?

I did get some writing done today, earlier when I was feeling better.  Not as much as I had hoped for.  Hopefully I will sleep enough tonight to have good writer's brain tomorrow.  I really want to finish this chapter.  And I have nothing to watch and I finished my book Immunity, which took me two weeks to read, mostly because I had to keep looking stuff up (like monoclonal antibodies and stuff that a degree in genetics might have helped with.  It should not be that hard to read a medical thriller.  And the stack of library books sitting on my dresser look completely uninteresting when three weeks ago they looked really good, (oh, three weeks, better renew online).

For the most part it was a low pain day until about an hour ago when I moved wrong so I am sitting with an icepack over the incision site now and debating if it is worth the chance of throwing up to take a pain pill.  Probably not.  I even made a meal that didn't come out of a can.  Admittedly I made two that did come out of cans.  Trader Joe cans, but still cans.  Yesterday was far better.  I guess it's two steps forward one step back.  I know I shouldn't be impatient.  It's only been 2 weeks and 1 day since the surgery, but I am.  I hate not being able to do stuff for myself.  The kids are being great little troopers.  My eleven-year-old boy now knows how to do laundry from start to finish.  If I don't feel better tomorrow I guess my daughter will be making lunch and dinner.  My son can do breakfast (pancakes and eggs) as long as someone watches.  Plus there's cereal.

Some of that sleeping medicine they gave me in the hospital would be nice right about now.

A Short Whine

Changing bandages should not still be knocking me for a loop.  It's a simple enough process, remove the old bandage and tape, try not to scratch all my skin off, cleanse the area, dry it, try not to scratch all my skin off, put on the antibiotic cream, put on the new bandages, tape the drainage tube back in place, curse the blasted, itchy tape, try not to scratch all my skin off, go and collapse for three hours to recover.  Is it Tuesday yet?

I did get some writing done today, earlier when I was feeling better.  Not as much as I had hoped for.  Hopefully I will sleep enough tonight to have good writer's brain tomorrow.  I really want to finish this chapter.  And I have nothing to watch and I finished my book Immunity, which took me two weeks to read, mostly because I had to keep looking stuff up (like monoclonal antibodies and stuff that a degree in genetics might have helped with.  It should not be that hard to read a medical thriller.  And the stack of library books sitting on my dresser look completely uninteresting when three weeks ago they looked really good, (oh, three weeks, better renew online).

For the most part it was a low pain day until about an hour ago when I moved wrong so I am sitting with an icepack over the incision site now and debating if it is worth the chance of throwing up to take a pain pill.  Probably not.  I even made a meal that didn't come out of a can.  Admittedly I made two that did come out of cans.  Trader Joe cans, but still cans.  Yesterday was far better.  I guess it's two steps forward one step back.  I know I shouldn't be impatient.  It's only been 2 weeks and 1 day since the surgery, but I am.  I hate not being able to do stuff for myself.  The kids are being great little troopers.  My eleven-year-old boy now knows how to do laundry from start to finish.  If I don't feel better tomorrow I guess my daughter will be making lunch and dinner.  My son can do breakfast (pancakes and eggs) as long as someone watches.  Plus there's cereal.

Some of that sleeping medicine they gave me in the hospital would be nice right about now.