- I'm back home!
- June 20th, 2010
I got home last night. I was having fun drawing crap today, and then my computer took a massive shit and some malware got installed on it. Now I'm taking forever to run scans and crap to get rid of it, which pisses me off, because I was in the middle of an awesome drawing faking Ivan Brunetti's style of me being angry, screaming "I HATE, I HATE!!" I was gonna do one of friends, too. Ugh.
Never letting other people touch my computer ever again. Now I'm updating from babycomputer. God bless you, babycomputer.
In other news, my guts hurt. I took some Vicodin a little while ago, but Vicodin sucks and just makes me stupid. It doesn't seem to help as much with the pain as Ibuprofen, which is the shit. It is especially lame when you're trying to install some anti-malware files and delete registry keys and your brain is like A-DUUHHH WHAT'S A REGISTRY KEY REORGE?
Anyway, I got out from the hospital a day early because I was healing so well, but the doctors didn't want to take my staples out yet, so I have an appointment Monday to go see Dr. Brock and have it done at his office. I'm starting to think that I should have just stayed at the hospital one more day to get this shit taken care of, but whatever.
When Gabe came to pick me up at the hospital yesterday, it was in the middle of the Lakers game and a shift change at the hospital, so the nurses were annoyed that I wanted to leave. I felt a little bad, but I had no idea. I had been watching the History Channel all week and knew all about the attempt to ransom Abraham Lincoln's corpse, but I had no idea that the Lakers and Celtics were in world series or playoffs or championships or whatever it's called. Sue me.
The drive home wasn't bad, but I think the surgical site got pissed off with me for being so active, because it hurt like hell by the end of the day. Probably didn't help that I did like 15 laps around the 3rd floor of Cedars-Sinai's south tower during the day, took a shower, and then took a car ride and walked a lot after I got home. So I took some Vicodin.
I've been having weird nightmares because of the Vicodin. Last night, it involved this stupid fucking blue fish from some McDonald's commercial we saw in Rite-Aid while I was waiting for my medication. When I say "saw", I mean we didn't see the commercial - they were selling some plastic fish that were "As seen in the McDonald's commercial!" and the fucking things were in my dream for some reason.
I don't even remember the dream. I just remember that stupid fish being in it. Got no idea.
Anyway, I got some good 11 or so hours of sleep, joined this gay hysterectomy chat on this Lifetime-Television-core hysterectomy website, and went out walking in my neighborhood to go find something to eat. People freaking STARED at me as I walked. I didn't look funny or anything - just your typical fat girl in a black sun dress. The only weird thing was that I was walking incredibly fucking slow. Apparently, walking slow automatically qualifies you as some kind of mutant. The stupid thing is that if I was wearing zombie makeup, people would have fucking ignored me because I would have obviously been wanting attention.
Gabe informed me last night, as we were walking from his place to mine, that I was half snail, half shark. I drew SNAILSHARK today, but it's on my big computer, which has been kicked in its computery 'nads right now and needs some babying before it is fully operational again.
SNAILSHARK is visible on Facegay.
Anyway, my back hurts from sitting upright all day, but leaning back in chairs hurts my guts. I have also determined that I exercised the entirely wrong group of muscles prior to surgery; I should have been doing squats the entire time, not situps. I can't do a goddamned thing with situps. My fucking abdomen was cut open! With squats, I can reach crap on the floor without bending over and hurting myself. How was I supposed to know? Other than that, I've just been picking crap up with my toes, which works just fine.
Ooh. I had one highlight today. I had my first post-op poop! This is good, because it means that everything is working as it should be. I totally did the Arsenio Hall hand pumping action as I pooped, and then I wanted to high-five someone, but no one was around :(
It's the little things, sometimes.
I should get that pic of my fibroid/uterus on Monday. It totally looks like The Thing. I'll put it up and we can all draw things on it.