Not That I'm Complaining
Cosmetic surgery is self-inflicted pain, to a certain extent, and so I recognize that sympathy is neither deserved nor justified. However, when you're lying in bed, stinking up the place (and believe me, you do stink) there are certain things you miss.
Like:
- walking upright.
- belly laughs.
- hugs.
- a pint of Guinness on St. Patrick's Day.
- smelling fresh and clean.
- having better things to do than watch television and contemplate my cuticles.
- regularity.
- forming coherent sentences without drug-induced confusion.
It's the little things in life.
posted by kate @ 7:04 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
They have wipes like baby wipes you can use to freshen up. They work well. Sorry you are in so much pain. Did you have a C section with the boys? and if so, is it similar to that kind of pain. I had one...... it was hell.
I'll just have to drink your Guinness for you. I've already got a head start with three martinis and a glass of wine. Should be an interesting St. Pats!
Here is to your speedy recovery and feeling a little bit better with every new hour.
Keep managing the pain with the pills, taking care not to let the last round wear off before starting the new one. You can minimize pain more easily when the newest dose of medicine does not have to remove pain; rather that it maintains the previous dose’s effects. Remember: hurt less, heal more.
Your beloved blog is alive and well even while you might feel more alive than well.
Thanks again for your contributions to a better world.
Sincerely,
Goader (a.k.a. you know)
Keep your spirits up, Cakes. Give my regards to the good dr.!!!!!
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