just one more coffee for the road..

Sometimes I wonder if I could get away with having a coffee machine in every room of the house. It's one of those things that were brought to us by invention that we can absolutely live without but only our weird, hippy friends or parents actually do live without...much like a television or computer. Notice that I didn't include the laptop in that very short list, as the laptop is a must have, much needed invention that every household should have, a lot like the refrigerator. I must not be a real "household" though, because I do not have one.

This will be my daily theme song for the next 2 weeks...



Today, I am going to see how long I can get by without having to fall back on my pain medicine. I've quite a few left, but my surgery date is getting closer and closer, and I really just don't want it in my system come that time. I remember reading, on one of the many message boards that, it can take up to a week for the WD's to end. That's a scary thought, but also for people who take 4 times as much as I do. And aside from that, I've just noticed that I become -extremely- irritable around a particular time of taking it, and also experience the "in a dream" feeling. Where things are cloudy, you're not all quite there, and for me personally, my body just prefers to go slower, there is no turbo or even normal speed. You know the dream where you have to run faster or else the X will eat you up, but you just can't make your legs move any faster? That's what I feel like on this. So it was a toss up between perfect pain management and feeling constantly drugged up and not in the good way, or living normally, but with occasional spasms. Tuesday, I am going with the spasms..and 3 ibuprofen. I'll let you know how Wednesday goes.

Books like these make me want to scoop them up, buy them, and quit my job, so I can spend hours with a needle in my hand, recreating each and every pattern.
I am in no way a great or even good seamstress, but if I enjoy creating, one way with a needle and thread. And I wish I could survive on just that.

i wanna dance, i wanna drink a whiskey

The past seems to have gone by too quickly and the future won't come fast enough.
I'm just almost a week past my two month anniversary of being an "ostomate" and almost two weeks away from not being one any longer. To say that I can't wait is an incredible understatement, I'm sure the girls at work are sick and tired of hearing the words (not in any particular order) "Oh my gosh, I just can't wait! X days until my surgery! X days until I'm back to normal!" There is nothing more to say on the matter, I'm having my take down surgery on the 29th, which as of writing is down to the 14 day marker. The doctor has already sent my "invitation" letter....

....and my LOA papers, which I get to turn in at work, with a huge smile on my face. I've considered starting a blog dedicated to my condition, I know a lot of people have them, they're great for information (I know when I was first in the hospital, it -really- gave me hope and I enjoyed knowing that so many "normal" people, just like me, are living with fine with this condition.). However, I'm not sure if there is going to be enough "activity" to warrant a dedicated blog. So for now, I'll just keep it to simple and random updates in even moreso random posts.