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frogmajickIt's been nine days and I'm healing well. My drains have stopped being blood and are now super gross peachy color, but thank god it's not very much. Hopefully Monday or Tuesday I can get them out. I got to take a shower and it was the most wonderful thing.
I still feel absolutely beautiful.
I am not a fan of the home nurses. I am not a fan of people in my house. No sir, I don't like it.
Mostly, I'm tired. I'm tired and bored and just sore enough that I can't do anything fun. And I can't drive, which I fucking hate.
Soon enough we'll be through it and out the other end.
I was just thinking about how lucky I am that I got this done right here at the beginning of the omicron apocalypse. There were nurses and equipment and limited covid exposure. I'm honestly scared I'm going to get covid while I'm trying to recover. In 9 days I've been to the grocery store, the weed shop, the coffee shop, and doctors doctors doctors.
I also haven't smoked in nine days, so that's great. I haven't quit smoking as much as stopped smoking. If you've never smoked I can't tell you the difference. Basically, stopping smoking is just not putting one to your mouth every single day. Quitting is when you're done and walk away. I feel like all I need is one shitty excuse and I'll start again. Maybe the longer I'm done, the easier that will be. Actually, it'll be pretty easy because I don't got any fucking money.
Cody's talking about getting some WFH job. I'm considering selling pictures of my feet. The only good thing about being so fucking poor is that all my medical bills will probably be written off. Yay?
I still feel absolutely beautiful.
I am not a fan of the home nurses. I am not a fan of people in my house. No sir, I don't like it.
Mostly, I'm tired. I'm tired and bored and just sore enough that I can't do anything fun. And I can't drive, which I fucking hate.
Soon enough we'll be through it and out the other end.
I was just thinking about how lucky I am that I got this done right here at the beginning of the omicron apocalypse. There were nurses and equipment and limited covid exposure. I'm honestly scared I'm going to get covid while I'm trying to recover. In 9 days I've been to the grocery store, the weed shop, the coffee shop, and doctors doctors doctors.
I also haven't smoked in nine days, so that's great. I haven't quit smoking as much as stopped smoking. If you've never smoked I can't tell you the difference. Basically, stopping smoking is just not putting one to your mouth every single day. Quitting is when you're done and walk away. I feel like all I need is one shitty excuse and I'll start again. Maybe the longer I'm done, the easier that will be. Actually, it'll be pretty easy because I don't got any fucking money.
Cody's talking about getting some WFH job. I'm considering selling pictures of my feet. The only good thing about being so fucking poor is that all my medical bills will probably be written off. Yay?