Luncheon was a horror.
I got orange slices and a lovely *vintage * Lemon flavored protein shake, for my snack. Vintage becoz it tasted like the old duster I spray Pledge on. Bleeeck!!
My family is driving me bananas. (Ooh, I could go for a ‘nana right now) Tell me how to tell them to leave.
The lil’wrekker needs to go back to school. Her BF needs to go back to where ever he came from.
My Sister needs to go back to Texas.
Big Wrek needs to go fishing.
DIL has been conspicuously absent. Ah, her and Mid-daughter are taking care of the pets and the ol’ homestead. Plus the kids are not allowed on this wing, I don’t think.
I need to call the Meezers. Hmmm!? How can I do that?
Big-Hoss-Nurse-Candyman keeps telling me to calm down and pace myself. He sez I will pay for it tomorrow. P’shaw! I have a handy-dandy pain-pump. (:))
I hope Dinner is at least edible. These people are gonna starve me to death. Or freeze me to death. No matter I have a pain-pump. (:))
Who thinks this whole pain-pump technology is gonna turn around and bite me in the butt?
I kinda know it will. But…I have it now. And…I’m pushing the button right now.
“I love you all, I’m so glad that you’ve been here through all of this – it was really important to me, and I can never thank you enough. But, now that I’m past the surgery, I’m just needing to rest and recover – so what I need the most right now is to just rest, and there’s nothing that any of you can do to help me with that. So…go back to your lives, please! I promise I’ll keep you up to date on how I’m feeling, and what the doctors are telling me.”
Even if the first sentence isn’t strictly true, it’ll make them feel good, and help them understand that that phase of the process is now over.
They wanted to install an internal permanent pain pump in me, for my spinal pain. But I don’t want to be on morphine (or anything like it) for the rest of my life.
I hope yours works better, and that you don’t need it for long.
Yay, Beck!! It sounds like you’re doing pretty well! I know the pain pump is talking but you haven’t posted anything alarming health-wise. That’s awesome!!
That was a nap and a half. Which ever pain meds are in this pump are hallucinogenic. I expected to wake up in a tie-dyed shirt and sporting the hippy aroma.
More head muzak: “something…something…gotta get out of this place”
Dinner service is coming. The racket is barely bearable. It’s hashing on my mellow.
God, I hope the food is ok. I told the lil’wrekker she might have to go get me some food.
Everyone is absent. I guess they got the message to leave when I conked out on 'em.
Apparently I kept getting out of bed during my acid trip. Setting off a multitude of Alarms. So it seems you can get too high. Garcia you dirty dirty hippy!! You lied.
Nurse Hoss is off duty.
Nurse Rachet stood by while I took bites of everything on my tray. Til I was gagging.
Ugh. I oughta barf all over and ring her buzzer.
But then I’d have to eat that crap-dog-doo food again. Nope.
but you haven’t posted anything alarming health-wise. That’s awesome!!