There is no frigate like a book...

I've been into audio books lately. I can't seem to sit still long enough to read more than a chapter of something but I have been devouring audio books. First it was Amy Poehler's Yes Please and then All the Single Ladies by Dorothea Benton Frank (great car fluff "reading" for holiday drives to the lake btw). Now I'm moving on to Samantha Bee's book. I have Sarah Silverman on deck. Waiting for Tina Fey to arrive as well. Then I'm gonna switch from bios to a good drama I think. With my 40 minute walk to work it's nice to have something to listen to although I think anyone who bikes or jogs by me thinks I'm a bit off since I randomly say "oh no!" or laugh out loud as I walk. I have finally caught up on the few podcasts I follow so I only have new episodes of them every few weeks...if I put on music I just want to run...and that's soon, but not for another week. For now it's just walkies.

I've been struck listening to Amy Poehler and Samantha Bee (whom I admire) and it is interesting to hear stories of life from women my age with wit and weirdness.  There's a lot of talented women  out there...

Gone fishing

Heading up to visit my dad this weekend for the May long weekend. I can't wait. My sister and her husband will be there as well. J can't come, and I will miss him, but I could really use a mini holiday and a visit with my family. Hope to get in some fishing and lots of card games with some wine and sunshine at the lake. Hope you all have a great weekend :)

coccoons r us

Heh...I woke up in the middle of the night tugging on my bedsheet with all of my might and trying to roll over...much to the incredible annoyance of J. Apparently for about a minute I was trying to keep all the sheet to myself and coccoon up in it and no matter how hard he pulled I agressively pulled back and kept tugging. I had no memory of this until I woke after a particularly hard tug to find myself pulling the sheets around me aggressively and it took a minute or two before I woke up...then I had to convince him I was not being an asshat and was doing that in my sleep. Apparently I really wanted the sheet all to myself...

Heh. Oops. 

Perky. That's me...

On the weekend, while in the middle of doing something I came to the happy realization that I don't hurt anymore. Well OK if I were to biff myself in the boob it would bloody well sting still, but average everyday stuff is OK now. With my doc's OK I switched from an underwire bra which was pretty damn painful to a few good sports bras and that has made a huge difference in how I feel. The incision in the fold at the bottom of my breast is much happier now. Now I just have to wait for the incisions to heal up and not be all dry and scabby and stuff...and not lift heavy stuff for another few weeks....but that's no biggie.
I am pleased tho - the swelling has gone down on my breast that was lifted to match and they're pretty similar in size (and direction lol) now. It'll do pig. It'll do...I've been spending far too much time lately staring at my chest, truth be told.

Some old friends and 2 of their friends came down to stay with us for a roller derby tournament this weekend. J has known Ken since elementary school and he's been through so much truly hideous and crazy serious life shit and come out the other side finally. It is so good to see the real him again...healthy and happy and with someone who is a great person who supports him. We got in a little roller derby watching as a bonus which was cool. Seeing old friends is always a wonderful thing. It was a nice relaxing weekend. J didn't work most of it for once...which is rare. I got out with friends to hear some great music (and try not to dance too much) and have a good beer and just enjoy myself too. Good stuff.

It was cool to just catch up on things and relax and feel human. The thing about being slightly sedated or recovering is you can't just relax...I was always focused on my pain, or unable to concentrate and groggy and I dont' know just how pleasant a person I was to be around...annoyingly vague and babbly I suspect. I have started walking to work again and it's lovely. My steps back to life. In another week I can hop on the exercise bike and do some squats and lunges in the morning and in 3 weeks I can start running again on a couch to 5K program and get in some upper body weights again. I've put on about 10 Lb during all this recon business and I'd like to slowly get that off...but you don't restrict calories when you're healing - that's just dumb.

I finally feel like I will be healed some day. And that is absolutely fabulous. :)

so far so good

It's been a long week, but I'm feeling better every day. I'm down to having an advil here and there and I can raise my arms over my head now (can I get a woohoo?). I can touch myself (ahem) without wincing and I think in another week I'll be OK to remove the padding I have in the damn underwire bras I have to wear all the time so they don't rub and hurt my incisions. Right now my lifted breast looks bigger than the one they built I am hoping it is swollen and will recede a bit. In clothes they look about the same, so I suppose that's the main thing. I have a check-up appointment with my surgeon on tuesday so he'll give me the low down.

I've decided to head out to a cabin with some friends this weekend and relax. There's going to be a mini outdoor party with DJs and some nice people, some of whom I know and the weather here has been beautiful lately (actually too hot for the season - 30C is not spring weather). It's supposed to be mid 20s all weekend, so it'll be a bice time to be outside. I wasn't sure if I'd feel up to it, but I know I'll be OK now. I will have to be social all weekend (psyching myself up as we speak) since J will be working for a large part of it, but even though I can't dance, I anticipate I'll likely have to crash early anyways most evenings what with me recovering and all so I hope I'll be alright. There's having fun and then there's stupid...balance. I think I can pull it off. Part of me just wants to crawl under the duvet all weekend, but I think this would be better for me. I hope it's the right choice. People are exhausting sometimes. I have a ride up there and back with someone so I don't have to worry too much about it.

I'm tired but happy...I can tell I miss J a lot...I've been listening to audio books just to have another voice around. I listened to all of Amy Poehler's Yes Please this week and thoroughly enjoyed it - it's a well put together audio book with lots of made me laugh out loud on more than on occasion and I'm sure the people on the bus are certain I'm a loony. Next is Samantha Bee's book I Know I am But What Are You. And I have some podcasts to catch up on.


So far so good. The surgery went very well. Things look remarkably good. I now "match" and the girls look very perky indeed. Other than a lack of nipple on one side I'm balanced and back to my new normal. I just have to heal up.

more opiates please

Sadly, I am no longer on the fun painkillers that make me not care that I am in pain...and am back at work mumbling into my tea, but things are slowly coming along. In a few weeks I should be relatively pain free if I look after myself. Compared to last time it's really not too bad at all actually...I went to the comic expo on the weekend with friends and enjoyed myself - it's a great place to be when you're heavily medicated. I had a great visit with my sister and my friends...and now I'm home and having to be boring and work and stuff. J is away for a week working so I can whinge and moan and be annoying and heal up at my own pace...just have to work to keep the cats from sitting on my chest and all is well.

Just wanted to pop in and say hi, and that I'm OK. 

Soon I'll be back in business...
I know right? Now you can't think of anything else...