HIDE your face (kyonomiko) wrote,
HIDE your face
kyonomiko

Recovering from surgery

I have my prescription painkillers, an excuse to eat as much ice cream as I want (but I only had half a pint in the freezer, and I'm about to be out >:O) and quite a bit of drool.
I'm not in pain yet. Everything is still very numb, and I am bleeding a little. The doctor's office called to make sure I was doing ok, and when they found out I wasn't really eating anything, they told me to go eat ice cream, since the cold would help the sockets stop bleeding and heal up.

I feel very drooly and gross.

I'm also kind of pissed from a conversation I had with Ray on the phone last night. I don't think I'm going to get to see Dir En Grey. It really makes me so sad I want to cry a little. I thought I had a ticket through him, and room in his car, but he forgot about me, pretty much denied having the ticket, and says his car will be too full for me. I introduced him to the music! I seriously doubt he'd have EVER heard of them before now if it wasn't for me. I have damned near every album they've ever released. And while over the years I haven't been a huge fan in the direction the music has taken, I would still like to see them live. Matt pretty much said that he doesn't want to go. We wern't planning a trip together, and that's his last day off for the week. Ray can be so noncommital sometimes.. and his unwillingness to get into any sort of confrontational situation makes him avoid things and hope it blows over. I feel the same way sometimes, but it is not a good way to deal with things, and over the years, I've worked to change that. I still suck with deadlines, and I will be a horrible procrastinator until I die. But what he's doing... that's hurtful to me and I am really dissappointed. The worst part is he was planning to stop by the house on the way up to the concert anyway to drop off stuff from chrismas.

Ok. Whatever food mom sent is probably bad by now. It's the middle of february. I didn't get to eat my christmas treats.. and with the surgery, I'm not going to be on regular food anytime soon anyway. I don't know what else he wants to drop off, but this whole DeG concert thing pisses me off. It's like he's stopping by to rub it in my face.

Ugh.
I just wish I could feel my lower lip again. Today is not a bad day, but it's not a very good day either. I can't move my mouth to kiss my husband, and I'm drooling over myself like a mess because I can't control what drips out. I'm not supposed to spit anyway, because I'm not supposed to disrupt the clots. And really, the last thing I want in all this is a dry socket.

I need to go find somthing to do. I'm feeling pretty lonely and miserable right now. Matt's taking care of me when he's awake, but he's been up since last night, so he went to get some sleep. It's not like I's really be good company anyway, because I'm having problems talking from the numbness, and I'm drooling all over myself, but still. It makes me feel like a miserable and pathetic troglodite to be sitting by myself in a corner in this state.

I'm glad I that the forethought to do a water change on my aquarium yesterday. I knew I woudn't feel like doing it today. Downside is I had a huge planaria outbreak in the tank, and I spent the better portion of last night scrubbing the tank and trying to re-plant it with clean gravel. The old gravel.. I didnt' feel like washing right away, so I dumped it in a large plastic bowl and put it outside. Freeze those wormy fucks.
Maybe next week, I'll wash the gravel and put it in a tub somewhere. Part of the planaria problems was from too much gravel in the tank, so I took out the undergravel filter, too. It should be better, but I have no good way to keep my fake plants from floating all over the place with only 1/4 inch of gravel. I'm thinking about ordering some java ferns online and getting rid of the plastic plants once and for now. Snails arn't supposed to eat the java ferns, and those would get tied to the fake columns I have in there now, killing multiple problems all at once.
Ugh. That's somthing for another time, though.

I'm glad they gave me this shirt when I went to surgery. They had me put it over my regular one right before they started. Then as soon as I got home and lowered my head, I dribbled blood all over it XD haahahaha
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