Big honkin’ bandages are kind of cool. Impressive, eh? If I am going to have to wear it, I am going to admire it. The picture doesn’t lie here. The toes are barely visible. Good thing I do not have a yen to play This Little Piggy.
It has been three days since the surgery. I am resting comfortably with really the most discomfort coming from the effects of the pain killer medication. I don’t do alcohol real well and neither do I handle pain medicine very well. The last few days have been a constant struggle to keep my eyes open. That is not all bad. Like sporting a big honkin’ bandage, the best way to deal with couch duty is to sleep it off. The most concentration I have been able to pull off is playing Words With Friends. Writing this blog is my first adventure in concentration. So far, so sort of good. At least now I have an excuse.
Graciously accepting being served is also not my cup of tea. I tend to get cranky because I just plain don’t like being asked, especially when a “can I get you anything?” comes just as I have dozed. I need to do better at that.
OK, I need to get the laptop off of my laptop. Ugh.