A Short Whine
Jul. 30th, 2011 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amberfocusChanging 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.
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.
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Date: 2011-07-31 12:08 pm (UTC)On the plus side, a boy who can do his own laundry is impressive at any age, but at eleven, it's brilliant! *grins* Glad your daughter can cook - I learned young, too, and it made my world a good place, at least for foodies. Had a friend who learned young who's gone on to become a master chef.
*huggles gently* Get some rest. Totally boredom could be your body saying "Sleep is needed, not entertainment."