Scruffy-looking Nerfherder

I had a date last night. It went very well. I have another on Friday.

Happy Memorial Day

I won a camera! It's super cool. It's got like a YouTube compatibility thingie. Neat! Maybe I'll try posting something to YouTube. Now I just need to figure out what to do with the old digital camera.

In other news, a local improv troupe is having auditions. It's as if Mesha is psychic. I signed up to audition. I have a 30 minute slot on June 9. If I do well then, I'll be invited back for a 2nd round of auditions on June 14. So wish me a broken leg. I feel very out of practice though. Can one exercise their funny bone?

I also signed up for match.com. I am back on the dating scene. Casey called a couple of times. In fact, we tried to make plans to see each other when I went down to recuperate. But it never happened. Mostly cause he didn't return my phone calls. Only this time around, I wasn't so bothered by it.

I am currently looking for roommates. I have to find some soon. I'm not too worried; these things have a way of working out, with the exception of the girl who stole my Ipod. But someone needs to pay rent in July.

Work is going well, but I'm keeping my eyes open for a promotion and any other opportunities that present themselves. Many of the other managers are leaving, now that their contract is up. Boston doesn't agree with everyone. Or maybe moving isn't for everyone. Or maybe something back home is just better. Who knows? Good luck to all of them.

The scar is healing nicely. It's just a red line now, with a little piece of stitching hanging out of the end. It's yucky. It's supposed to dissolve, but for now, I look like I have a little loop hanging out of my belly. I think people have mentally translated my surgery to me losing weight. Technically, I did but it shouldn't have been noticeable.

I have actually lost weight, but I should be concerned about that. I haven't been exercising a great deal (especially since the surgery). I have had a loss of appetite. In my case, that doesn't mean what you think. More like it means I eat normal portions now. I'm noticeably less hungry. What an odd sensation. Maybe I should ask my dr. about that.

Well, summer is here now. Let's hope it's a good one.

A real friend would tell me.

Ugh, I've been embroiled in some mudslinging on myspace with an ex-roommate. I don't know why I did it. I should have known better. I mean, I'm an adult, right? Anyhoo, the most insulting thing that got said about me was that I chew with my mouth open.

omg, is this true? If you are my friend, you will tell me if this is true or not. Why would you let me continue a bad habit like that? Oh god, what you must think of me? I'm so ... ill mannered! I'm so ashamed.

Gooses and Geeses

Today I went for a walk. It'd been a while since I'd gotten some proper exercise. Unfortunately, I had to cut my walk short because it began to rain. But not before I got to see the goslings out with the geese I had never seen them so close before - so close that I walked right through them. They were adorable.

Then it's time to eat!

My tummy is awful rumbly. I don't know if it's an after-effect of the surgery or if it's something I ate. hmmm ...

At least the coffee is good.

Back to work today. Hated it. Shoulder bothering me again. Boo.

My brother will have to open his opium den without me.

So I'm doing better now. The surgery was about a 5-6 inch cut along my bikini line (ala C-section). It's healing nicely, altho there is a pukey yellow bruise starting to form just above it. And it's a little swollen, so I have even more of a pot belly right now. The pain was ok altho it confused me terribly. It started out that I couldn't tell if I had to pee or it was just the pain. The two felt so similar. But I know I'm getting better now because I can tell the difference. It still hurts a lot if I sneeze or laugh, but at least now I know when I have to pee.
I have also discovered a couple of thing about myself. Firstly, morphine makes me panicky. When I woke up from the surgery, I felt fine. Only momentary disorientation, and then my head cleared. Then the nurse asked how was the pain. At the time, it felt fine because they had given me something when I was under that was NOT morphine. So when the pain did act up, I told the nurse and they gave me morphine. Soon, my chest felt tight, my breathing became fast, and I felt vaguely feverish and nauseated, but I didn't feel any pain. Everyone tried to tell me that it was an aftereffect of the anesthesia. So I bore it out. Finally it calmed down and the pain came back. They gave me the morphine again. It happened all over again. I KNEW it was the morphine and I didn't let them give it to me a third time. They gave me something else, using a BIG needle in my leg, which worked much better. I did not like that morphine at all.
They also gave me a prescription for Percocet-lite, Endocet. It says to take 1-2 tablets every 4 hours as needed. My doctor also recommended taking ibuprofen. So I started out taking the ibuprofen regularly and took one tablet of Endocet if the pain came back before the next round of ibuprofen. Yesterday, I took 2 (by mistake). Wow, did that feel awful. I felt light-headed and warm, vaguely feverish, and nauseated. I don't know if I was acting loopy, but my sister says that I didn't look good. It took me the rest of the day to recover.
So the overall conclusion is that narcotics and I can never be good friends. Oh well. At least I don't have a grapefruit of a cyst inside me anymore.

I feel like I just ran the Kentucky Derby.

Success! doing fine and recuperating.