Post by lilafowler on Nov 18, 2013 19:13:03 GMT -5
I'm grumpy as fuck and I don't know why. I have no patience for anything today, I yelled at Eleanor a bunch of times...ughh. Now I feel like a bad mom and I'm still cranky.
I had to call my surgeon today. I still have a suture in my belly button a month later. He wants me to come in but isn't too concerned with it since it's not really irritated, doesn't hurt and doesn't look infected. He said he'll probably snip it in the office tomorrow.
Since my surgery, I've lost about 10ish lbs. I think I was about 227 in the hospital, maybe 225. I'm 215 now.
I wonder how much weight I've lost in the past 3 weeks. Aside from a couple of snack cakes between yesterday and today, I haven't eaten since Friday.
Casanova is still spending a lot of time hiding under the covers and he still meowed a lot last night. I just want him to be his usual happy self.
For whatever reason today is the day that the reality of the past few weeks is really hitting me. I've been able to hold it together but part of me would really like to break down. I'm not going to, though. I'm stronger than that.
I wonder how much weight I've lost in the past 3 weeks. Aside from a couple of snack cakes between yesterday and today, I haven't eaten since Friday.
Casanova is still spending a lot of time hiding under the covers and he still meowed a lot last night. I just want him to be his usual happy self.
For whatever reason today is the day that the reality of the past few weeks is really hitting me. I've been able to hold it together but part of me would really like to break down. I'm not going to, though. I'm stronger than that.
Yikes, please please try to eat. Something. Anything. Hell, come over tomorrow night and I will cook you dinner. And cry if you need to. It doesn't mean you are weak, it just means you are hurting. That is natural. Hang in there and please call me if you need anything.
I had to call my surgeon today. I still have a suture in my belly button a month later. He wants me to come in but isn't too concerned with it since it's not really irritated, doesn't hurt and doesn't look infected. He said he'll probably snip it in the office tomorrow.
Since my surgery, I've lost about 10ish lbs. I think I was about 227 in the hospital, maybe 225. I'm 215 now.
Can you just snip it with some small scissors? We've done this before. Of course I'm known to stick needles into things they don't belong in.
I just got home from the hospital, my dad has now been there for almost two weeks! H made chicken enchiladas, it smells awesome and I'm starving.
I might have H help me do that to save a Dr visit. I'll call in the morning and see what he says.
Post by donutsmakemegonuts on Nov 18, 2013 19:40:22 GMT -5
Today I was out running errands. While driving in the left lane, a driving school car started coming over from the right lane in front of me, causing me to hit the breaks and beep my horn. The car then proceeds to cut me off and go across three lanes of traffic to make a left turn. As I drove by, the driving instructor stuck his arm out the window and flipped me off. Way to go, asswipe. You're doing a swell job of teaching teenagers to be douchebag drivers.
My house smells like bleach since I cleaned the bathroom today. I wish we had a window in our bathroom to air it out. I even diluted it a lot :\ But its clean and I'm happy.
Post by RoxMonster on Nov 18, 2013 19:46:09 GMT -5
The movie I posted about last night--Dark Skies--just got creepier as it went on. It was creepy going to bed last night, between that movie and the home invasions going on around here. I think I jumped at every noise.
Post by firedancer49 on Nov 18, 2013 19:54:29 GMT -5
I made a new wreath for the front door this weekend, blue and silver Christmas balls. I thought it looked great. (IG friends have seen it.) Well I went to hang it tonight and it doesn't fit on the door with the storm door shut. Wtf.
the hour from 3:45-4:45 was the most action-packed hour of the past several weeks, aside from when i was pushing. lol.
1. my mom called. she thinks she saw a murder suspect, should she call the cops?
2. the plumbers show up. we called them because we're running short on hot water sometimes. they inform us that the tie between our house and the city water (redone AGES ago, like 3 owners ago) is screwed up and it's, essentially, blasting water in at such high pressure it's busting up our water heater. awesome.
3. O spits up the entire contents of his stomach. on me. and my couch. again.
4. L (who we picked up early since we were out and about by her school) goes on strike and refuses to speak and just whines like a dog.
5. i'm like "screw all of this," let's just watch ellen. and the TV breaks.