I can't believe I'm showering at 7:45. That seems way too early to get getting ready for bed. But, I have to take care of Big Bertha and I might as well get it out of the way.
Speaking of... I think I'll let some more water hit the bandaid before I try to take it off. Stupid Walgreens paper tape. I can't believe it ripped off that many layers of my skin. I suppose it's kind of neat that FrankenTummy is missing skin in a perfect 4x4 square frame-style shape. Maybe I'll make it a trend... like... yin yang tattoos.
Hot water on my sore shoulder is like a damn miracle EVERY stinkin time. Hallelujah!
Mmmm... man, I never get sick of the smell of this shampoo. The first and almost only smell Ellie and I have ever agreed on. And it goes so well with my new soap! I'm glad it was on sale at Target.
I should probably stop avoiding Big Bertha. EEK! I just. Don't. Want to. *sigh* Band-aid first. Slowly... slooooooowly.. more water! More water! Owie Owie! Slooooowly. Okay. Outer flexible fabric cover has been removed. Now for the gauze. This is so much easier than before. I'm doing such a good job! I'm not even crying *sings* toootally not crying, I'm so not crying. LALALA not cryi... I... no... I am doing a good job, here... god dammit... if you... just... COME OUT! ACK! MOTHER FUCKER! This is never going to be less awful. I wonder how long I'm going to have to do this. I bet it's going to be forever. Blagh. I'm going to call the doctor tomorrow and get an appointment. I'll feel better and worry less about what color drainage means what. I'm super glad I have Aunt Kathleen to call and talk about this stuff with, but, she's right... I shouldn't be worrying about that. I should be calm and know that orange-y yellow means... something not bad and any-doctor-but-Brewer will reassure me of that. Letting the soap and water wash over and in the wound... .oooover and ... back to the other thing... in... ick. Oooooover. Okay. Done with that.
I should probably exfoliate my face. It's a little rough feeling... but... what if some of the crunchies in my exfoliating facial cleanser somehow wash over and into Big Bertha?? I... think... I can probably wait a little longer. I mean... it's cool. I'll make this a trend too.
I haven't blogged in a couple days. Maybe I should blog tonight. Yeah. I'm gonna get out of the shower, do that other stuff I have to do and then BLOG! About STUFF. Maybe I'll give a BB update and talk about the GOOD things that have been happening lately so people don't think I'm totally miserable and dying alone in my apartment. I mean... she really only takes up, like, 2.5 hours of my day. Which leaves a whole... uh... 22, no... 21.5? Whatever hours left! DOOOOOIN' IIIIIT!
I use WAY less conditioner now that my hair is short. That's probably going to save me some money which will TOTALLY balance out how much I paid for it. And maybe let me afford highlights. It's worth it. I love this cut. I'm glad I went to Jesse. Jessey? Whatever. She's awesome. I'm gonna put that in the blog. I should link a picture. I... don't want to take one tonight, so I'll use that one from Sara.
Wonder what that bitch is up to? She better not be watching West Wing without me.
I'm really glad I can eat soft foods now. They're almost as good as real foods and they are TOTALLY a step in that direction!
I HAVE to get more protein in. And more water. I haven't consumed nearly enough. Not even a little bit. Time to crack down cuz I'm not gonna lose more if I don't eat more. I'm really lucky that I haven't had any problems eating or drinking things. It ALMOST makes Big Bertha worth it cuz it would fucking SUCK BALLS to feel sick like that all the time.
Is it weird that I hear Josh laughing every time I say or think
something about protein? He's pretty much ruined my life with that.
*sigh*
Okay. All washed up. Not-gonna-shave-because-who's-gonna-care. Am gonna exfoliate because it's not realistic to worry about that. One last rinse of BB and now it's time for the gauze stuffing, bandaging, and Heparen injection. Heeeey! I think I only have 3 more to go! 25 shots down, 3 to go. I am a total BAD-fucking-ASS.
God DAMN this fake hardwood floor is cold.
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