Because Writing Is Good For You :P

Okay, here we go again. On the way to school.

I hate when I think I'm ready to go early, and then I remember that I don't have my medicine with me, and my phone and wallet are in the other room. And THEN I think I'm ready BUT then I feel like I need to go through my bag to make sure that my keys are there and where are they? I was sure they were here! And… oh. Okay. There they are. And by this time, rather than being a few minutes ahead of schedule, I'm a few minutes behind schedule. It's so frustrating.

The Hunk and I talked for most of the trip, so I didn't write as much.

When we got to school, I found out that today would be another Day Of Stress. Not only is it senior portrait day, which involves stress because OF COURSE there are seniors who didn't sign up for a time, or forgot what time they signed up for, BUT ALSO we had to schedule portraits AROUND a senior assembly, and then we had to reschedule another group of them because we have a homeroom today to vote for homecoming queen (no king, just queen) and then later on there's going to be a fire drill.

*facepalm*

Add to this the stress of being told that unlike other years, seniors who do not have their sitting fee WILL NOT be able to have their portraits made today. And we were unable to schedule another portrait date until frickin' NOVEMBER.

Oh - and on top of all of that, the internet is down. AGAIN.

How the hell am I supposed to use technology effectively when we KEEP having problems of this nature? OF COURSE everyone is still going to expect us to produce an inclusive, error-free yearbook on schedule.

I'm TIRED of being expected to produce amazing results without the support needed to do so.

Good Writing - Objectively?

When I'm writing reviews over on Goodreads (which, like just about everything else, I don't do as often as I should) I try to keep in mind that what I think is just that: what I think, subjective and based on my own experience rather than solely on what's in the book itself. I realize that not everyone else does this, and mostly, I try to brush it off, but sometimes? Sometimes it bothers me.

Something similar came up recently over on the EC Ning. And it left me wondering: what criteria do people use for determining literary merit or value?

Dear Google

Fuck you.

I know what the hell I'm doing; I don't need an eleven-character password with a mix of numbers and letters and special characters. There is absolutely ZERO reason for anyone to have the slightest desire to hack my account.

Stop being such self-important intrusive asswipes and ... I dunno, go make a phone or something.

:P

So Much To Do!

One thing I hate about recovery is how much it slows me down. And really, I'm glad I have so many people who care about me, but it does sometimes get frustrating having so many people telling me that I should take it easy. I am taking it easy! There is not one day that goes by when I feel like I've gotten a lot done. It's always, "well, I got a lot done considering that I'm taking it easy".

But one thing I like is that it's given me lots of practice paying attention to my body, and the different sensations I get from different parts of it and what they might mean and how I need to respond to them.

Speaking of needing to get things done, I am going to post this and then go make a phone call that has eluded me for about a week now. And then I'll edit it to add more.

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Annnnd somehow I have a wrong number. Everything seems so complicated. Like I just remembered that I decided to brush my teeth AFTER breakfast this morning because I have to take my pain meds WITH food, so the sooner I started eating, the sooner I could take my medicine. But my tummy doesn't feel so great, so I ate kind of slowly and then by the time I was finished I was thinking about other things that I needed to do. Darnit.

And so now that the Hunk is out of the bathroom I am going to go brush my teeth!

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Recovery, Continued

So this morning at 7 I walked to the park. First time since surgery. Wooo! I was actually kind of tired starting out (I hadn't been able to get back to sleep after taking my 4 AM dose) but it felt soooo good to be out under my own power.

I'm really excited. I think I will probably be able to have my drains taken out next week, and after that I'll really be able to start moving!

I have an appointment for genetic testing on Tuesday. Two of my doctors have said I should do this, so I signed up. But I haven't been able to find whether or not it's covered under my medical insurance. Among the papers the testing office sent over was a form that basically said that if my insurance refused to cover it, I agreed to pay. And I'm thinking... I need to call them on Monday and say, "look, here is my insurance information, if it's not covered, I don't want it." Because I'm sorry, it's not worth it to me to know HOW MUCH of a risk I have for cancers related to the one I've gone through TWICE. I'm gonna guess it's probably higher than average. Yanno? I have ZERO interest in forking over a coupla grand for risk assessment when common sense will do almost as well.

Now, if insurance will cover it, I'll go ahead, just to keep my doctors happy. Because who knows, that bit of social capital might come in handy down the road. ;)

Recovery

Today is Saturday. I had my surgery back on Tuesday, and overall, recovery has been pretty straightforward. It's really interesting, because not only day-to-day, but even hour by hour, I feel stronger and more mobile. I mean, when I first started out, I couldn't even sit up by myself - the Hunk would slide his arms behind my back, and on the count of three, he'd lift and I'd lean as much as I could. It was an ordeal!

Also, I wasn't allowed to shower until Thursday evening. Let me tell you. As much as I haaaate my poofy hair, it is far preferable to the flat, grease-matted rug I had Thursday afternoon.

I might be JUST about ready to leave the house. It depends on how much of an ordeal it is to get fully dressed. See, around the house I can throw on a workout shirt and a pair of pj bottoms and no biggie. But I think I'd need more out in public. My biggest concern is the shirt - putting arms through arm holes and lowering my head the right way has been a challenge even in my workout shirts, which have the arms and neck cut out and stretched. So a regular shirt might be next to impossible.

My first checkup will be on Monday. Until then, I'll probably be cleaning house out of boredom. There's so much I can't do! I can put clothes in the wash, but not take them from the washer to the dryer (bending+reaching+pulling = bad combination). And I can put away anything that goes in a dresser, but reaching to put things on a shelf or to hook a clothes hanger in a closet - nope.

I am REALLY looking forward to regaining full mobility, though. :D

Heading to Hollywood Studios for extra magic hours... Well, that was the plan, anyway. This bus only took half an hour to arrive, which I suppose is an improvement from yesterday.

However, despite a somewhat rocky start, we had an awesome day yesterday! We got fastpasses for the Aerosmith rollercoaster (the Hunk's fave ride) and then watched some of the character shows. The line for the revamped Star Tours was a little long, but not so bad we'd want to skip it. Also about half of the wait is indoors! Then we went to use our fast passes and we saw that the single rider line was also open, so we used that a couple of times.

It started to rain pretty heavily and we realized that our reservations for the Spirit of Aloha dinner show would probably be cancelled since it's partly outdoors. So we took a boat over to Epcot and were able to get reservations at Biergarten, which was cool because we hadn't eaten there before. We got to listen to the Voices of Liberty (always a fave) but the Mo'Rockin show was called because of the rain. But fortunately Mariachi Cobre was able to go into the marketplace area to perform. We didn't stay for all of it, though, because we weren't sure how to get our Spirit of Aloha tickets refunded so we needed to get to the Polynesian resort to find out. Well, when we left the building in Mexico, the rain had cleared! So we got to see the show, which had been updated with different dances and a slightly-altered storyline since we were there last. The hostess said they change it every year or two so I think I'll hafta go back! :) The food was good and it was just tons of fun.

Then we took the monorail back to the Magic Kingdom (of course) and got fast passes for Space Mountain - late but still usable. I burned a bunch of calories at the character dance party and then cried my way through "Wishes," the nightly fireworks show (I always do). We rode Space Mountain and by that point we were both zonked. I had hoped to use some of the evening magic hours but we were so tired we didn't even stay until the regular closing.

We're at the Indiana Jones how so I'm gonna post this & watch the show!