My week after surgery

Jun 30, 2007 12:20



..once the hospital drugs wore off it was honestly teh suck :S T3s are official crap. They only kinda take the pain away in the sense that they dope me up out of my mind and knock me out, with this weird twitchy buzz that kicks in half way through. Who ever though it was a good idea to add caffeine to codeine was clearly wrong. The trick has been figuring out how much walking or standing or sitting I could do at any point in time (which tended to be less than I was doing, silly me, though I was able to get a great view of the pride parades from our balcony). I stopped taking the painkillers every 4 hours on Monday on account of auditory hallucinations (yeah whoa trippy) though I take the occasional one when the pain gets really bad cause I'm not that hardcore. Thankfully I am the luckiest girl in the world cause Joel is superdad/husband for taking care of Sophie all week, and after long days of baby chasing still stay up the occasional night to watch movies with me. Bonus points were that Pam was able to come help out, which provided Joel with some coherent grown-up company, cause I was pretty much unable to get out of bed or move, or be any fun at all. Extra bonus point came from Megan and her boyfriend taking the family out to the Zoo for the day, which apparently involved my running amok and NERO banter. I’ve burned through a lot of movies and comics during my forced bed time, and am eagerly awaiting a Hellboy shipment courtesy of Steve and Julia, what a catchy comic, I loves my Lovecraftian fic ;). I got to catch up on tv shows too Geoff n Hilary kindly hooked me up with some Rome (mmm Lucius Vorenus) and Matt kept me entertained with some Entourage, which is weirdly addictive - certainly despite the pain and discomfort it hasn’t been too terrible a time. Finally getting our airconditioner installed was the cherry on top :D

Sophie has been a super trooper and seems to understand that mommy has some ouchies and she had to be gentle so she can’t jump on me like a trampoline. She has been visiting me regularly in bed for cuddles and telling stories and just being overall painfully super cute. I don’t know what we’re going to do if this cuteness keeps up as she gets older, I suspect it will be our doom. She loves to dance and sing and dress up and tell stories, and cuddle (I’ll miss that when she gets older for sure) and she can copy just about any word which comes out of our mouths - yes even the bad ones, no big surprise I was the first to make that parental error. I’m really glad at how well she’s playing with other children and how she’s been making friends at playgroup and at the park. I wish I could be there but I get to hear the stories from Joel, as he tells me about her little friend Alexander, the one with the great dane Talula, who lives by the park and they run around squeeling and chasing each other while the massive dog watches over them. We did get out to play with Matt’s niece and nephew which was super cute, I think slightly older kids must really get a kick out of playing with children who are just a bit smaller than them, apparently Sophie makes for a cool moving doll/human pet. As much as I’ve never really tried to get to know other moms at playgroup, seeing Sophie with other children makes me think she’s of that age where I should try being more social so that we can arrange playdates.

We also have had family in town since Thursday, my mom had a case at the court of appeal so my grandmother and my 14 yr old cousin are in town til Tuesday. My mom and rather elderly grandmom are in a hotel while we offered to put my cousin up on our couch so they all get a bit of a break from each other. My cousin is visiting Ottawa from Halifax for his summer vacation, he moved to the Maritimes after my aunt died of cancer to be with his dad (divorced) which separated him from his older half brother and the rest of the family, so we’re somewhat estranged, but I think he’s having a good time. Nothing says family bonding like playing Gauntlet on the PS2 til the wee hours of the morning. And despite accidentally pulling something inside that hurt quite a lot (and thus required the return of T3s) on Friday, I managed to get him out to see the late showing of Live Free Die Harder, which was greatly amusing to both of us, and I think despite the age gap and estrangement we are having a pretty fun time. If we can make him feel comfortable and have a good mini vacation then it’s the least we can do for him (which reminds me to call his 18 yr old brother who’s 17 yr old girlfriend just had a baby :S).

Back to bed resting for me, and perhaps some Hellboy animated movies which amuse me greatly.

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