derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( Oct. 11th, 2008 08:55 am)
I woke up at 2AM with nightmares. It's great that I've gotten off the serious painkillers and got myself down to Tylenol and Advil, but I still have to sleep on my back, and that always increases the chances of me having these dreams where I'm paralyzed and the aliens are coming to get me.  )

Now I feel so achy and horrible. Stretching might make me feel better, but I'm not allowed to do much of that. I thought a shower might make me feel better, but then I remembered what an ordeal that is, under the circumstances. Lately it makes me feel more shaky in the knees. And I haven't been allowing myself caffeinated tea, on the hypothesis that sometimes caffeine makes women's breasts hurt and mine are in enough pain already. Also, that when I get a chance to sleep, I should do so. But I am so damned fed up with feeling tired. I know that's natural, my body is healing, it's going to be tired. But then not being able to sleep! Not fair!

Which is why I've been concentrating on posting awesome things the past few days. Talking cats, pictures of pirates, Hugh Laurie acting like a dork. Did I ever get a chance to mention that when I was coming out of surgery and needed to eat, Eor brought me blue corn chips and cashews? Yum. :) And the first few days when I could barely use my arms at all, he was doing everything for me - putting my glasses on and off and tucking me in on the couch, helping me sit u and lie down. Not being able to use your arms is not awesome, but having someone who'll do everything for you and sleep near you at night really is.

Now maybe I feel bucked up enough to go take that shower.
derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( May. 3rd, 2006 08:30 am)
It's a rainy day and work was all about the gripe, yesterday.  I want to sleep.  And sleep and sleep some more. 

Every time he saw me all day Monday and into Tuesday, FIL would ask me if I was alright.  Finally I got frustrated and asked him what that was all about, and all he would say was "I just want to know."  So, to put a stop to it, I assured him that if I wasn't I would let him know.  I suspect someone (*looks at Mistress of the Night and AMcL*) may have told him that I might be suicidal.  That's not true, guys.  All I said was I could understand feeling that way, not that I am at the moment.  On the other hand, he might just be concerned because I was so upset last week.  I'm not crying at random times, anymore.  I haven't exactly settled back into my 'normal' (lately) baseline emotional state of general seething incoherent rage.  I'm just tired. 

ETA:
And I seem to have a splinter in my toe. Maybe glass - I can't see it.

And I spilled the better part of my intended breakfast all over the floor.
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