How I spent my Christmas vacation:
* Coding! Actually managed to get myself working on C# project, figured out how to instantiate a List of buttons and arrange them in various ways.
* Playing Borderlands, lots of it.
* Eating lots of candy / cookies / other snacks and generally ignoring my calorie counts for a few days.
I think that other things may have happened, but I don't particularly remember them. I'd say it was a fine few days, though.
* Coding! Actually managed to get myself working on C# project, figured out how to instantiate a List of buttons and arrange them in various ways.
* Playing Borderlands, lots of it.
* Eating lots of candy / cookies / other snacks and generally ignoring my calorie counts for a few days.
I think that other things may have happened, but I don't particularly remember them. I'd say it was a fine few days, though.
Thanks for well-wishes in cookie-making - we made double batches of snickerdoodles and chocolate crinkles, which were both exceptionally delicious. I wasn't as helpful as I'd have liked to be, since once the dough was mostly mixed (which I couldn't do) I needed to go recline on the sofa and ice. B got stuck rolling all the cookies into balls herself...
Day eight, Tuesday, was my first follow-up with my surgeon. Everything looks good, he says. He checked a few places where I've had fluid leakage and hard spots, but isn't worried; the fluid is just stuff that was trapped under the steri-strips while I was in the OR, and is now escaping as the strips (which are like packing tape but breathable, fyi) loosen. The lumps are just stitches (all concealed under the skin). He was surprised how thoroughly cemented the steri-strips were to my skin. They do NOT wanna leave. Even now they are stuck fast except a few corners. Slowly trying to work them off. I forgot to ask how much weight he took off me on the table - not from a "omg i wanna be thinner" standpoint but just wondering how much extra mass I no longer have to lug. Just how much relief AM I getting? It'd be a sort of quantifier. Ish. Or just neat to know. Something. Anyway, I forgot to ask.
Dad picked me up Wednesday (day nine, for those still keeping track, aka, me) to come stay with family for Christmas. Am here with parents, sister, grandmother. (And I had little internet access at B & A's place, so if there's anything I missed in those 10 days and should know about, do inform me.) Being in recovery over a family holiday is actually pretty alright; everyone is helpful and nice and I'm not expected to do anything much more than sit somewhere warm and comfy and occasionally dispense witticisms. I'm trying not to eat my own weight in Christmas cookies... we'll see how that goes.
Christmas itself (day 11) was... long. None of us got up till late morning and then the adults all took naps in the early afternoon, so we didn't end up done dealing with presents till the early evening. I felt really detached from the whole thing this year. I didn't really do presents (or cards, even, though I did get cards from some of you - Mari, Kelly, Macbean, Kei - which made me smile!), though I did bake and distribute a whoooole lot of bread. And of course surgery very much changed the holiday lead-up period; it was not high on my list of priorities. Making a detailed wishlist definitely helped me out this year in the present department; almost everything I got was something I actually need/will benefit from: socks, handwarmers, joint bracing stuff (ACE bandages, tape, vetwrap), kitchen stuff (finally a pastry cutter! also spatulas!). That helps me deal with Christmas as a (consumerist and often needless/wasteful) entity, which is something I struggle with. For the fun, I have a small plushie Cthulhu from my sister and a few books, mostly nerdy: The Chomsky-Foucault Debate on Human Nature, The Pocket Ref (as seen on Mythbusters, yes, and I absolutely nerd-squee'd over it, for, um, probably half an hour; it has EVERYTHING in it EVER, no really, ever, and 39 pages of conversions alone!), Sneaky Uses for Everyday Things, and a book about cognitive-behavioural studies and a certain owl, the name of which (owl and book both) I have forgotten and it is not nearby me at the moment. Mom says it's good, and I like owls and science, so.
Best present still the new boobs.
No, I have not downloaded the Doctor Who special yet.
Today (day 12) I am sleepy, probably a combination staying up too late (after my sister helped me wash my hair, yay!) talking on the phone (weird, right? I know! but I was being sung to <3) and the general energy ebb one has after spending a whole day dealing with Christmas and eating less-than-healthily more or less continuously. :P Today back to being sensible about food. Really trying to be careful since I can't exercise much. Oh, and the nausea thing, that too I suppose. Triggered that again today, oops.
[commence breast- & incision-related details]
I have sensation pretty well fully returned in my left nipple, but virtually none in my right. My left has started complaining about the conditions it's being subjected to - encircled by steri-strips, trapped in a tight compression bra (still hoping the size differential between breasts, which is quite noticeable and by my guess about a cup size, is swelling (since it's mostly underneath and to the side of my right - aka dominant-hand-side - breast) and will go away if i continue to compress & ice). So I set to work on the steri-strips around the sensory-enabled nipple, which had started to come a teeny bit loose anyway. I was successful, mostly; there's still some strip(s) left on the underside, and I didn't touch the ones on the vertical incision below. I got to see my areola clearly for the first time, which was a bit of a mess. Skin dry & peeling a little, some stitch ends protruding (some stuck to the steri-strip, which I cut, carefully), a bunch of caked blood. And it's not round; it's a sort of oblong shape. And teeny. I previously had fairly wide (if pale) areolae, so that's a change. It'll be interesting to see how the shape resolves once the scars form. I know areola shape can be "corrected" by tattoo - though if I were going to tattoo I'd be seriously tempted to go for something more interesting than "darkish skin tone, round". :P Anyway. I wonder if they'll be at all symmetrical; I can't see the one on the right yet. Once I got the steri-strips off I suddenly felt Not So Good. Dizzy, clammy, nauseous; looked in the mirror and was quite pale. No wonder B was so worried the first time that happened, when we tried to get me to the shower from her living room. I looked a fright. I suppose that much movement decompressed (and I'd spent a few hours before that also decompressing, which actually was quite comfortable) plus messing with my breast and even, for all I think it's totally cool, confronting my brain with the evidence that my chest got all cut up, combined. I got Dad to come bring me some cold water and help me get closed back up - I put some antibiotic ointment on my newly-exposed areolar incisions, just to make sure, and to be a bit of a barrier for the skin; also got him to tape a gauze pad firmly over, so hopefully there will be less chafing from the compression bra. (Yeah, everyone and their mom has seen the new boobs at this point, it feels like. Well, except you guys, but only cause I'm lacking good pictures, B has them. Any modesty issues I might've had previously are totally erased now. Heh.) I wasn't sure if I should do the same for the right side or not... I can't feel it, so I have no idea if it's being bothered. The skin looks okay though, so I left it mostly alone, just a thin layer of vaseline.
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So I am back out on the couch in the kitchen in front of the woodstove with a glass of water and my computer and an icepack... not gonna mess with the steri-strips again anytime soon. Parents think a bath would help, get a good soak going (though not too hot, of course) to loosen the adhesive. I dunno, we'll see. My next surgical follow-up is January 7. Trying to make myself calm down and just let myself recover till then. I still need to rest and be careful. And it's no good worrying about breast size or areola size/shape before then. I need to be patient! A patient patient. I'm starting to mostly feel better - except for that nausea just now, and the pain does tend to increase as the day draws to a close - which makes that so much harder.
I hope all your holidays, whichever you observe, were lovely for you, or if they were nasty, that they ended as soon as possible so you could get back to warmth/love/happiness.Thank you all, for being the wonderful people you are. I appreciate your presence in my life. <3
Day eight, Tuesday, was my first follow-up with my surgeon. Everything looks good, he says. He checked a few places where I've had fluid leakage and hard spots, but isn't worried; the fluid is just stuff that was trapped under the steri-strips while I was in the OR, and is now escaping as the strips (which are like packing tape but breathable, fyi) loosen. The lumps are just stitches (all concealed under the skin). He was surprised how thoroughly cemented the steri-strips were to my skin. They do NOT wanna leave. Even now they are stuck fast except a few corners. Slowly trying to work them off. I forgot to ask how much weight he took off me on the table - not from a "omg i wanna be thinner" standpoint but just wondering how much extra mass I no longer have to lug. Just how much relief AM I getting? It'd be a sort of quantifier. Ish. Or just neat to know. Something. Anyway, I forgot to ask.
Dad picked me up Wednesday (day nine, for those still keeping track, aka, me) to come stay with family for Christmas. Am here with parents, sister, grandmother. (And I had little internet access at B & A's place, so if there's anything I missed in those 10 days and should know about, do inform me.) Being in recovery over a family holiday is actually pretty alright; everyone is helpful and nice and I'm not expected to do anything much more than sit somewhere warm and comfy and occasionally dispense witticisms. I'm trying not to eat my own weight in Christmas cookies... we'll see how that goes.
Christmas itself (day 11) was... long. None of us got up till late morning and then the adults all took naps in the early afternoon, so we didn't end up done dealing with presents till the early evening. I felt really detached from the whole thing this year. I didn't really do presents (or cards, even, though I did get cards from some of you - Mari, Kelly, Macbean, Kei - which made me smile!), though I did bake and distribute a whoooole lot of bread. And of course surgery very much changed the holiday lead-up period; it was not high on my list of priorities. Making a detailed wishlist definitely helped me out this year in the present department; almost everything I got was something I actually need/will benefit from: socks, handwarmers, joint bracing stuff (ACE bandages, tape, vetwrap), kitchen stuff (finally a pastry cutter! also spatulas!). That helps me deal with Christmas as a (consumerist and often needless/wasteful) entity, which is something I struggle with. For the fun, I have a small plushie Cthulhu from my sister and a few books, mostly nerdy: The Chomsky-Foucault Debate on Human Nature, The Pocket Ref (as seen on Mythbusters, yes, and I absolutely nerd-squee'd over it, for, um, probably half an hour; it has EVERYTHING in it EVER, no really, ever, and 39 pages of conversions alone!), Sneaky Uses for Everyday Things, and a book about cognitive-behavioural studies and a certain owl, the name of which (owl and book both) I have forgotten and it is not nearby me at the moment. Mom says it's good, and I like owls and science, so.
Best present still the new boobs.
No, I have not downloaded the Doctor Who special yet.
Today (day 12) I am sleepy, probably a combination staying up too late (after my sister helped me wash my hair, yay!) talking on the phone (weird, right? I know! but I was being sung to <3) and the general energy ebb one has after spending a whole day dealing with Christmas and eating less-than-healthily more or less continuously. :P Today back to being sensible about food. Really trying to be careful since I can't exercise much. Oh, and the nausea thing, that too I suppose. Triggered that again today, oops.
[commence breast- & incision-related details]
I have sensation pretty well fully returned in my left nipple, but virtually none in my right. My left has started complaining about the conditions it's being subjected to - encircled by steri-strips, trapped in a tight compression bra (still hoping the size differential between breasts, which is quite noticeable and by my guess about a cup size, is swelling (since it's mostly underneath and to the side of my right - aka dominant-hand-side - breast) and will go away if i continue to compress & ice). So I set to work on the steri-strips around the sensory-enabled nipple, which had started to come a teeny bit loose anyway. I was successful, mostly; there's still some strip(s) left on the underside, and I didn't touch the ones on the vertical incision below. I got to see my areola clearly for the first time, which was a bit of a mess. Skin dry & peeling a little, some stitch ends protruding (some stuck to the steri-strip, which I cut, carefully), a bunch of caked blood. And it's not round; it's a sort of oblong shape. And teeny. I previously had fairly wide (if pale) areolae, so that's a change. It'll be interesting to see how the shape resolves once the scars form. I know areola shape can be "corrected" by tattoo - though if I were going to tattoo I'd be seriously tempted to go for something more interesting than "darkish skin tone, round". :P Anyway. I wonder if they'll be at all symmetrical; I can't see the one on the right yet. Once I got the steri-strips off I suddenly felt Not So Good. Dizzy, clammy, nauseous; looked in the mirror and was quite pale. No wonder B was so worried the first time that happened, when we tried to get me to the shower from her living room. I looked a fright. I suppose that much movement decompressed (and I'd spent a few hours before that also decompressing, which actually was quite comfortable) plus messing with my breast and even, for all I think it's totally cool, confronting my brain with the evidence that my chest got all cut up, combined. I got Dad to come bring me some cold water and help me get closed back up - I put some antibiotic ointment on my newly-exposed areolar incisions, just to make sure, and to be a bit of a barrier for the skin; also got him to tape a gauze pad firmly over, so hopefully there will be less chafing from the compression bra. (Yeah, everyone and their mom has seen the new boobs at this point, it feels like. Well, except you guys, but only cause I'm lacking good pictures, B has them. Any modesty issues I might've had previously are totally erased now. Heh.) I wasn't sure if I should do the same for the right side or not... I can't feel it, so I have no idea if it's being bothered. The skin looks okay though, so I left it mostly alone, just a thin layer of vaseline.
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So I am back out on the couch in the kitchen in front of the woodstove with a glass of water and my computer and an icepack... not gonna mess with the steri-strips again anytime soon. Parents think a bath would help, get a good soak going (though not too hot, of course) to loosen the adhesive. I dunno, we'll see. My next surgical follow-up is January 7. Trying to make myself calm down and just let myself recover till then. I still need to rest and be careful. And it's no good worrying about breast size or areola size/shape before then. I need to be patient! A patient patient. I'm starting to mostly feel better - except for that nausea just now, and the pain does tend to increase as the day draws to a close - which makes that so much harder.
I hope all your holidays, whichever you observe, were lovely for you, or if they were nasty, that they ended as soon as possible so you could get back to warmth/love/happiness.Thank you all, for being the wonderful people you are. I appreciate your presence in my life. <3
I just bought about seven pounds of discount Christmas candy. And a large cake-like cookie.
A woman with a French accent stopped me in the produce section to say, "Excuse me, I just want to say, you must really have a sweet tooth!"
Today was awesome. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
A woman with a French accent stopped me in the produce section to say, "Excuse me, I just want to say, you must really have a sweet tooth!"
Today was awesome. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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A deep thought:
The holidays are a time of leisure - and occasionally boredom. It's a time when many people want to just do nothing, to unwind. Others wind to just sit on a couch with friends and family and be together and just watch whatever's on TV. Just enjoy the time off. It's a time when you have millions of eyes glued to the set.
And you show reruns for two weeks straight on every single channel. So all of those glued eyes are sitting around thinking, "God, there's nothing on!" There's something wrong with this!
The holidays are a time of leisure - and occasionally boredom. It's a time when many people want to just do nothing, to unwind. Others wind to just sit on a couch with friends and family and be together and just watch whatever's on TV. Just enjoy the time off. It's a time when you have millions of eyes glued to the set.
And you show reruns for two weeks straight on every single channel. So all of those glued eyes are sitting around thinking, "God, there's nothing on!" There's something wrong with this!
Fuck it, we don't need any explanation for it this year. This year sucked. And you think materialism will make up for that? No, bitch, it won't. It certainly will not.
BAH HUMBUG EVERYBODY
BAH FUCKING HUMBUG
BAH HUMBUG EVERYBODY
BAH FUCKING HUMBUG
- 15:21 Paperwork signed and depoit and rent paid at Hogwarts we move in on the first #
- 22:48 @tuesdayeveryday that series is so good - eagerly awaiting the movies #
- 16:00 @elenielstorm I am also utterly perplexed by the bayonetta hype, seems like DMC + Weird character design #
- 01:18 Woo got a hand, some boot detailing, and background touchup to do and this commission is finally done \o/ #
- 01:54 @brinstar insatiable curiosity for what's going on in the world around you? #
- 01:59 Huzzah commission finally finished \o/ #
Steam is having a big sale. Put Torchlight and the starter kit for Champions Online in my download queue for $10 each. A secret santa also bought me a copy of a game called Aquaria. And then there's DLC for Borderlands to go through. Plus I've forgotten that I have a couple of these other indie games - Gish, Everyday Shooter, Audiosurf - that I bought in a big pack a while back and never got around to. And I'm still trying to get all of the achievements in that pinball game I have for 360. And people still rope me into playing Catan three nights a week, it seems. So now I basically need to not buy any more games for a year or so.
When am I learning to code around this? *pffft* Learning is for dummies. Real men waste every waking hour playing games.
When am I learning to code around this? *pffft* Learning is for dummies. Real men waste every waking hour playing games.
- 00:37 Princess and the Frog was really solid, great job from Disney on art, story, feminist and racial equity in the story \o/ #
Brock is back for the holidays :D
In an effort to, you know, draw more comics and stop whining about wanting to draw more comics... I drew a comic.
For a blog run by one Julia Scheele entitled How Fucking Romantic - 69 Love Songs, Illustrated no less. The concept is beautiful in it's simplicity, choose a song from The Magnetic Fields' 1999 album 69 Love Songs, and draw it as a comic. There's some really beautiful work on there already, so it's very exciting to be alongside them.
I chose "I Don't Believe In The Sun", and I'm not really sure why.
( +5 more )
I have another in the pipeline, because drawing comics is actually addictive.
Now, back to scanning Bunny pages.
For a blog run by one Julia Scheele entitled How Fucking Romantic - 69 Love Songs, Illustrated no less. The concept is beautiful in it's simplicity, choose a song from The Magnetic Fields' 1999 album 69 Love Songs, and draw it as a comic. There's some really beautiful work on there already, so it's very exciting to be alongside them.
I chose "I Don't Believe In The Sun", and I'm not really sure why.
( +5 more )
I have another in the pipeline, because drawing comics is actually addictive.
Now, back to scanning Bunny pages.
Still at B&A's. Things going well again though took a serious turn for the worse Friday. :/
Friday was Day Four. I was doing really well all day! I could get up and sit down by myself mostly (which meant I could go to the bathroom unattended, yay!) and was in good spirits. I ate real dinner - pasta with B's homemade sauce and (whoops) garlic bread. B was working on a commercial till late, but since I'm on their seminocturnal sleep schedule anyway, we went ahead and got me showered a bit after midnight. Worked much better this time as we didn't decompress me till we had me already in the shower on my shower seat (brought from my house). B helped me get washed, rinsed, and dried, and to my immense relief I was CLEAN. We even borrowed a spare post-op binder from a friend so that my sweaty, somewhat bloody one could be washed and have time to dry. It wasn't as tight/high a fit, but it worked... right?
Well, maybe not. As I was getting ready to go to bed I was feeling a bit nauseous (kind of like I do unbound, though I'm trying to spend some time decompressed every day to get used to it). We attributed this to the shower plus real food plus my (comparatively high) exertion plus the other binder... figured it would pass. A stayed with me to keep an eye on me till I fell asleep, hold my hand for company and to make sure all was well. Unfortunately all was not well and within about half an hour I was very, very sick. Let me tell you, throwing up with a cut-open chest is no picnic. We called my surgeon, who was (fortunately) on call that night and got back to us right away - no, we shouldn't be too worried, the stitches should hold, and some upset tummy is not unusual. I was dealing with constipation too from the opiates which undoubtedly was not helping - we'd planned to address it in the morning but evidently I couldn't wait. Once the worst of the nausea was passed we got some milk of magnesia in me and then it was a waiting game. I had the worst abdominal cramps I have ever, EVER had - literally all I could do was curl up on the floor, trying not to lie on my incisions, and whimper. I have so rarely been in pain severe enough to make me cry out, and this lasted with this severity for HOURS. A went to bed, so he could get to work in the morning, and B stayed up with me... till 9 am. I have never, ever been so violently ill or so painfully, freezing and shivering between waves of pain, and sweating and crying during. AND, to make things SO MUCH MORE FUN, my uterus got in on the action and decided this was the PERFECT time for my period. Fuck you too, body.
Sooo I spent the weekend (Days Five & Six) on a bland diet with no pain meds but Tylenol. It was not very fun but at least I didn't throw up more. We checked my incisions again last night. The bruising and swelling on the right side is GNARLY. Huge yellow area of swelling and mottled red-puple clouds in the middle. The incisions themselves are pretty gnarly too under the steri-strips. Getting some lumpy areas in them which I'm gonna make sure my surgeon checks at my followup tomorrow. So tender right between the two incisions, over my breastbone. Any pulling or movement on that area is insta-nauseating. The most swelling is on my sides, under my armpits, which makes sense, since that's where gravity'd pool the fluids, as I can only lie on my back. There's a little blood spotting from my right side, nothing much and seems to have stopped, and (a little more worryingly) a little yellow crusty from either my left side or the incision running down from my left nipple (have I described the incision pattern? I forget - if not, there's a curve that runs from almost my armpit down underneath the curve of each breast almost to my breastbone; from the center of that incision, on each breast, a vertical line runs up to and then encircles the (newly relocated) nipple; so, the end result is sorta anchor-shaped on the underside of the breast).
There will be photos, of course. B is kinda excited about documenting my bruising and scarring for special effects makeup (her job) research purposes. :P
(And I'm fascinated by it, and of course, wanna record the healing process for my own/posterity's sake. Though mostly I just think it's cool. I have New & Improved Hand-Sculpted Boobs! Currently held together by invisible stitches and tape while my body magically puts itself back together in this new configuration! Dude! Cool!)
Day Seven (Today!)
Woke up feeling pretty good! Banana bread for breakfast stayed down well and as of last night I can tolerate pain meds again, thank HEAVENS. Some of the swelling/bruising ache still and bunches of stabby nerve ("omg what did you do to me!") pain. But I get to try real (if simple) dinner again tonight and I am wearing Real Clothes, because B and I are about to make my first mission out of the house, to the grocery store, so we can make Christmas cookies tomorrow. :) Wish me luck!
Friday was Day Four. I was doing really well all day! I could get up and sit down by myself mostly (which meant I could go to the bathroom unattended, yay!) and was in good spirits. I ate real dinner - pasta with B's homemade sauce and (whoops) garlic bread. B was working on a commercial till late, but since I'm on their seminocturnal sleep schedule anyway, we went ahead and got me showered a bit after midnight. Worked much better this time as we didn't decompress me till we had me already in the shower on my shower seat (brought from my house). B helped me get washed, rinsed, and dried, and to my immense relief I was CLEAN. We even borrowed a spare post-op binder from a friend so that my sweaty, somewhat bloody one could be washed and have time to dry. It wasn't as tight/high a fit, but it worked... right?
Well, maybe not. As I was getting ready to go to bed I was feeling a bit nauseous (kind of like I do unbound, though I'm trying to spend some time decompressed every day to get used to it). We attributed this to the shower plus real food plus my (comparatively high) exertion plus the other binder... figured it would pass. A stayed with me to keep an eye on me till I fell asleep, hold my hand for company and to make sure all was well. Unfortunately all was not well and within about half an hour I was very, very sick. Let me tell you, throwing up with a cut-open chest is no picnic. We called my surgeon, who was (fortunately) on call that night and got back to us right away - no, we shouldn't be too worried, the stitches should hold, and some upset tummy is not unusual. I was dealing with constipation too from the opiates which undoubtedly was not helping - we'd planned to address it in the morning but evidently I couldn't wait. Once the worst of the nausea was passed we got some milk of magnesia in me and then it was a waiting game. I had the worst abdominal cramps I have ever, EVER had - literally all I could do was curl up on the floor, trying not to lie on my incisions, and whimper. I have so rarely been in pain severe enough to make me cry out, and this lasted with this severity for HOURS. A went to bed, so he could get to work in the morning, and B stayed up with me... till 9 am. I have never, ever been so violently ill or so painfully, freezing and shivering between waves of pain, and sweating and crying during. AND, to make things SO MUCH MORE FUN, my uterus got in on the action and decided this was the PERFECT time for my period. Fuck you too, body.
Sooo I spent the weekend (Days Five & Six) on a bland diet with no pain meds but Tylenol. It was not very fun but at least I didn't throw up more. We checked my incisions again last night. The bruising and swelling on the right side is GNARLY. Huge yellow area of swelling and mottled red-puple clouds in the middle. The incisions themselves are pretty gnarly too under the steri-strips. Getting some lumpy areas in them which I'm gonna make sure my surgeon checks at my followup tomorrow. So tender right between the two incisions, over my breastbone. Any pulling or movement on that area is insta-nauseating. The most swelling is on my sides, under my armpits, which makes sense, since that's where gravity'd pool the fluids, as I can only lie on my back. There's a little blood spotting from my right side, nothing much and seems to have stopped, and (a little more worryingly) a little yellow crusty from either my left side or the incision running down from my left nipple (have I described the incision pattern? I forget - if not, there's a curve that runs from almost my armpit down underneath the curve of each breast almost to my breastbone; from the center of that incision, on each breast, a vertical line runs up to and then encircles the (newly relocated) nipple; so, the end result is sorta anchor-shaped on the underside of the breast).
There will be photos, of course. B is kinda excited about documenting my bruising and scarring for special effects makeup (her job) research purposes. :P
(And I'm fascinated by it, and of course, wanna record the healing process for my own/posterity's sake. Though mostly I just think it's cool. I have New & Improved Hand-Sculpted Boobs! Currently held together by invisible stitches and tape while my body magically puts itself back together in this new configuration! Dude! Cool!)
Day Seven (Today!)
Woke up feeling pretty good! Banana bread for breakfast stayed down well and as of last night I can tolerate pain meds again, thank HEAVENS. Some of the swelling/bruising ache still and bunches of stabby nerve ("omg what did you do to me!") pain. But I get to try real (if simple) dinner again tonight and I am wearing Real Clothes, because B and I are about to make my first mission out of the house, to the grocery store, so we can make Christmas cookies tomorrow. :) Wish me luck!
- 15:03 this looks tasty digs.by/12jf #
- 17:53 place found! #
- 12:18 @brinstar Domestic violence from fucking Peter Parker killed that movie for me, the other crap was just shitty icing on a shit cake #
- 12:19 RT @Brinstar: RT @Syfy: Star Trek's Patrick Stewart to be knighted: tinyurl.com/yebmjye /via @scifiwire #
- 13:07 @vxo kills me cause all my work now is custom calibrated with embeded color profiles and it was a pain in the ass to setup in the 1st place #
- 01:05 @falterdan wasn't the world they designed for avatar so tremendously wonderful? #
- 01:50 Torchlight's only $10 on Steam for the weekend! #
- 14:49 @harrisinlahore I expect so the 3d was done really well and fairly subtly but the world they made was still incredible #
- 01:17 yep fuck chrome. It can call me back when it can handle color profiles like a real browser so thats a complete downer #
I feel like just posting pictures today.
On a related topic, I am very happy that 2 million copies of Borderlands were sold, because that sort of gives us hope for the future of games that are not sequels to Modern Warfare.
One of the supervisors on our floor thought this would make a fine gift to pass around to people on the floor that hadn't totally pissed him off this past year. I guess I can't argue with the idea.
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