bluegreen17 (
bluegreen17) wrote2007-05-03 06:08 pm
in the hospital with a bad haircut and drugs i hated and drugs i loved
felt inspired to post after over a week of almost doing nothing...
the monday before last i got my haircut. i wasn't happy with it. i asked for short layers,and i got a wedge/bowl haircut. oh,well,in six weeks or so i can try again. meantime,i will try to comb it so it looks a bit more asymmetrical,as i prefer it.(see icon--which by the way was made by my sister sara for me when i had a lot less silver in my hair.)
of course it wasn't that that put me into the hospital. it was my gallbladder.
so,that answered the question of what my digestive problems have been about for the last few years,though it is hard to be certain at present as my digestive symptoms adjust,whether there are other issues as well. but i know where some really bad pain and nausea was coming from. so,they just took the offending organ out. i'm not a big fan of surgery,but considering how horrible i felt,i was glad to set it free. the psuedo-morphine they gave me worked well,but they had to give me a bunch of different things to relieve the even more horrible nausea i got from the anesthesia. oooh,that was truly awful. but the stuff that eased it,thank god,made me unable to keep my eyes open when my sisters sara and michele came to visit me after the operation.
nevertheless,i was lucky and had the thing removed by laproscope,which left me with three tiny incisions and a slighter larger one above my navel. that hurt,but it could have been so much worse. plus,of course,i had the synthetic morphine and the vicodin afterwards. i sure love vicodin...when i came home i found it even tamed my nerves. i can certainly see why some folks get addicted. i only took it for a couple of days though.
did i say i'm going back to work tomorrow? well,god willing,yeah. i've been out for 7 1/2 days and none were paid because i've already used up my six days of sick time this year. fortunately,i do have health insurance.
this sure is boring but what the hell.it's my journal,and it makes me happy that no one is required by any law to read it unless they feel like it.
as for the last week and a half,thank goodness for my sisters,cable tv and libraries,since i have no friends. well,except for one who did send me a get well email. i'm a little cheesed my coworkers didn't send me a get well card,but i'm sure it wasn't because i'm unlikable or they hate me. i'm just not an important fixture in anyone's life at the moment,besides the family. speaking of which,i never heard a peep from my only older sister,which is weird. again,i'm sure it wasn't malicious--just weird.
in happy news,my sister rachel is going to be a doctor! a phD in communications--moving images. i'm really happy for her. it's funny--she's the polar opposite of me,who can't find any ambition beyond surviving much of the time. but i like to entertain the possibility that since i'm not dead yet,there's still hope for me.
time for supper and then i'm gonna watch the red sox.
the monday before last i got my haircut. i wasn't happy with it. i asked for short layers,and i got a wedge/bowl haircut. oh,well,in six weeks or so i can try again. meantime,i will try to comb it so it looks a bit more asymmetrical,as i prefer it.(see icon--which by the way was made by my sister sara for me when i had a lot less silver in my hair.)
of course it wasn't that that put me into the hospital. it was my gallbladder.
so,that answered the question of what my digestive problems have been about for the last few years,though it is hard to be certain at present as my digestive symptoms adjust,whether there are other issues as well. but i know where some really bad pain and nausea was coming from. so,they just took the offending organ out. i'm not a big fan of surgery,but considering how horrible i felt,i was glad to set it free. the psuedo-morphine they gave me worked well,but they had to give me a bunch of different things to relieve the even more horrible nausea i got from the anesthesia. oooh,that was truly awful. but the stuff that eased it,thank god,made me unable to keep my eyes open when my sisters sara and michele came to visit me after the operation.
nevertheless,i was lucky and had the thing removed by laproscope,which left me with three tiny incisions and a slighter larger one above my navel. that hurt,but it could have been so much worse. plus,of course,i had the synthetic morphine and the vicodin afterwards. i sure love vicodin...when i came home i found it even tamed my nerves. i can certainly see why some folks get addicted. i only took it for a couple of days though.
did i say i'm going back to work tomorrow? well,god willing,yeah. i've been out for 7 1/2 days and none were paid because i've already used up my six days of sick time this year. fortunately,i do have health insurance.
this sure is boring but what the hell.it's my journal,and it makes me happy that no one is required by any law to read it unless they feel like it.
as for the last week and a half,thank goodness for my sisters,cable tv and libraries,since i have no friends. well,except for one who did send me a get well email. i'm a little cheesed my coworkers didn't send me a get well card,but i'm sure it wasn't because i'm unlikable or they hate me. i'm just not an important fixture in anyone's life at the moment,besides the family. speaking of which,i never heard a peep from my only older sister,which is weird. again,i'm sure it wasn't malicious--just weird.
in happy news,my sister rachel is going to be a doctor! a phD in communications--moving images. i'm really happy for her. it's funny--she's the polar opposite of me,who can't find any ambition beyond surviving much of the time. but i like to entertain the possibility that since i'm not dead yet,there's still hope for me.
time for supper and then i'm gonna watch the red sox.

oh the wonders of the english language!
You know, I could take this as you were so grateful you couldn't look at us.. good thing I know better! >:D
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