if it weren’t so funny
It would be quite the tragedy. Oh wait, it kinda is.
Emily has the beginnings of pneumonia!?! And Thrush?!?! She’s on three medicines. She’s pretty damn cheerful but can’t stop coughing. How did this happen so fast? She had a little cough when I went in for surgery and just a few days later …
I have a black eye now, in addition to the furrows down my face. If I can bring myself to do it I’ll take a picture so you can see I’m not exagerrating how horrible this looks. It scared the Bean and made her cry. She gave me her linus to put over my face.
(last night something scared my cat and he shot straight up in the air, slowing only to gouge two furrows down the length of my face *starting* at my under eyelid. He missed my eyeball by millimeters or less than that, a hair, a cat hair, no an IMAGINARY cat hair! I gouted blood everywhere and couldn’t see for awhile. So now I have a frankenstein’s monster face, a swollen jaw and a horribly chagrined cat.
I don’t want to say this can’t get worse, because it will then. My face terrifies small children and venerable elders alike.
I joke, but I’m really tired of being in constant pain and now i’m ugly on top of it and won’t be able to show my face outside for at least a week.
At least I’m not blind, I have a claw mark on my lower eyelid in between two lashes, he really could have done it)
And my face is swollen.My whole freaking face. GOD, it’s just bizarre how many screwed up things can happen at once. If they had told me I’d be in pain for TWO WEEKS (what the perio is telling me now) after surgery I wouldn’t have done it. My whole mouth was operated on and consequently my whole mouth hurts, bone hurt, gum hurt and general hurt. If you add the furrows of fire running from my eyelid to my chin, well, I’m a pretty pathetic baggage.
Bartleby will not leave the bed/my side. He follows me everywhere. (mainly the bathroom to hurl and such) and I swear to god he looks ashamed of himself. Like I could really hold it against him. Though I am wondering about my predilection for high strung Siamese furpeople.
In the depths of my freaked outedness I started to think I was “being punished,” you know, the universe is getting me for being a bad person etc etc….then a small voice of mental health said “if you were being punished you’d have been blinded, not NEARLY blinded,” (seriously the claw marks go right to the edge of my eye lid).
Percocet and oxycodone are over-rated. Everything hurts and the stopped working after the third day. I wonder what else I can try? The periodontist gave me even more percocet, but it’s pretty useless. Maybe if I hit myself really hard in the head with a hammer it would feel less painful when I stopped?
This post brought to you by mouth beef, cat claws, candidiasis, coughing fits and a bizarre set of circumstances.