17 days post surgery
The past week or so have just been throw away days. I’m supposed to be still so my body can heal itself. I feel like a puppy that just got fixed and it’s KILLING ME to not run around and play. This past week, I started bleeding and got my dad to take me up to the doctor where I just sat in the waiting room and shook for an hour or two. My body had attacked one of the stitches and formed a huge clot around it so the dr took it out, did some blood work, then sent me home with another prescription.
I have mixed feelings about this doctor’s nurses. They’re nice enough but they seem too caught up in their own office drama to actually give a damn that this is pretty serious – at least in my own opinion. I’m sure they listen to a lot of bitching each day from cranky people but dang. The nurse that took my blood got pissed off that a drop of blood flipped off the needle and landed on her pants – after she stabbed me three times looking for a vein that hadn’t been blown. Apparently I was too stressed for her to find a good vein… of course, there’s no reason for me to be stressed at all, right?
So Shaun took the rest of the week off and he’s off tomorrow too for Labor Day. He’s been enforcing the “chill out” rule. I’m getting ill watching House marathons and I thought that would never happen. So, I’ve done little stuff – crocheted and sewed, fixed clothing, watched every episode of Project Runway that was on the DVR and season 3 of Psych, every episode of House and seasons 1 and 4 of Bones. We don’t have 2 and 3 on the HDMI yet, so I didn’t bother with the DVDs. I dug out my most recent sketch book and put down some quick ideas for some uniform clothes for the chickpea. Sorted buttons with chickpea and LJ. Read Terry Goodkind’s new book. Read my Real Simple magazine. Finished Kathy Reich’s new one. Upgraded to a Flickr pro account. Ordered some business cards. RSVPd for my 10 year reunion. Threatened E-baby with ratting him out to Grandpa – E’s current best buddy – if he kept throwing tantrums and being a badass.
Oh yeah – that’s a good tip for all y’all parental folks. Tell the kid you’re going to call in the grandparents and that was going to be SOOOOO BAD. I remind the rugrats that the gparents raised ME and I’m meaner than a hornet so while they know nice grandmommy and grandpa who spoil their little asses – they really don’t want to see the bad side. That stopped a full blown tantrum in its tracks last night. Suddenly, E’s face wasn’t red or wet from crying, he stood tall and looked me in the eye like a big boy.
The chickpea has been stealing straight pins for some odd reason. I think she’s interested in the fact that they’re sharp but small… she has the weirdest obsessions at times. She’s super observant of stick pins but she thinks climbing the built in bookshelves won’t cause her any harm at all. Um… that’s a little backwards, kid. You could stick a straight pin all the way through you and you’d still not be hurt too bad. If even one of those shelves breaks, though, that may be the end of it. I’ve climbed them before (to show it really was anchored well) but still – you don’t take chances like that.
I need to get some real work done but I don’t like sitting at the computer for long right now. I have about 15 things to get up on Etsy and I need to start working on a branding for Shaun’s antique restoration stuff. If I don’t get something to do, I’m going to end up watching the Real Housewives of Atlanta and that would be very bad.