SO GRUMPY. Found out yesterday (they only tell you the day before) that instead of a morning surgery, I’m having an evening surgery today, so I don’t go in until 3pm. Why does that make me grumpy? Because I CAN’T EAT or, and in one hour, I have to stop drinking. Bah. It is much better to do this kind of thing butt-ass early in the morning, when you’re going to be grumpy anyway. You know?
So I did it the best way I could figure — went out for a big ole sushi dinner last night, stayed up late, snacking, and then woke up at 7am to eat a piece of toast. Then I went and sat on the porch in my robe and ate the last of the Creme Brulee ice cream. Because I know that ice cream thing is a LIE, people. Preemptive ice-cream strategy, yes. Can’t hurt, says I.
Then I went back to bed and read a while and fell back asleep. Actually managed to doze till almost twelve, so I missed those awake-hungry hours. (I’m one of those who has to have breakfast and a mid-morning snack or my blood sugar drops and I’m miserable.)
And now kittens are eating and Digit has et (and is crawling up the chair to see me now, in fact). Oh, he’s doing so well. Poor thing has to wear the collar for another whole WEEK — the doc wanted him to fully, fully heal from the surgery — with his malnutrition he was having a hard time with that. Every once in a while I take his collar off and let him suck on my clothing, which is SO WONDERFUL, and I mean that, it does my heart good if not my soggy tee-shirts, and then slap it back on as soon as he goes after stitches or staples.
And now I’m signing off, with plans of preblogging photos for y’all in coming days.
Thank for your good thoughts (also putting the condo on the market today — I do nothing by half — will you think good thoughts about that, too? Nothing like a lot of stress all at once!), and maybe I’ll blog under the influence of good strong drugs soon!
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