Today was the first day since the surgery I didn’t take a nap. Today was the longest I held out before taking a pain pill -9:02pm. My face hurts like a mother, I just had a crazy bloody nose from a sneeze, and I’m 99% sure I’m going to drown doing these stupid mandated sinus rinse torture rituals from hell (up to 6 a day).
Today was long. Productive work wise, but long. Got a lot accomplished, will have to work a bit over the weekend to prep for a big launch on Monday, but I did it all without a nap.
Today was frustrating. I had a minor meltdown driving home from an event thinking that maybe this shitty feeling in my face, and still numb mouth is my new normal. I know, I know, it’s not cancer or dementia, but it’s still frustrating to feel really ass-like. I don’t feel good. I don’t feel post surgical horrible, but I really don’t feel good. Plus, I still can’t smile like normal and that bums me out. PS- I swear I am going a little senile, but that’s probably just age.
HOWEVER, despite all of this “woe is me” bullshit, I am lucky. I have people that check in to make sure I haven’t drowned in snot. I have friends that send me the sweetest gifts, friends that call to make sure I’m eating (i mean, come on, have you seen my ass?) and others that I know are paying attention in their own weird way. For the love, a lifelong friend sent me the sweetest package today because she felt I needed some pampering. If that’s not awesome, I don’t know what is.
So, here I am, propped up in bed, with my stupid gauze thing under my nose, humidifier blasting (thanks Kim ), lavender oils diffusing, dogs more or less calm and I realize, that despite almost dying from water torture, today didn’t suck.
upcoming blog post: why my acquiring of a ceramic frog indicates that life changes will be happening.