1. I went out! I actually left the house! First time in eight days. Yesterday, to the coffee shop, with Lala and all three dogs, which just about kilt me, but I did it. The pain has reached a manageable level finally, but now the fever has kicked in, which it likes to do around day 8-10. (Post-op talk, skip if you’re bored: Talked to the doc — he said the reason this is such a big surgery with such a long recovery time is that they took SO MUCH — got the tonsillar structure right down to the nodes, but with that comes a bunch of close-by muscle (and possibly nerve, the right side of the tongue is still numb).) So I enjoyed half a cup of green tea before I felt like crap and we had to move along, but it was a nice outing.
2. I went out again, today! Yesterday was really a rehearsal to see how I’d do today, and it went swimmingly! Maia had a spin-in (email her to get on the the list) and it was DELIGHTFUL. I had just enough voice for an hour and a half to talk to lovely people, some of whom I knew, some I didn’t. There was quiche! Lots of it! And I tell ya, recovering from your second tonsillectomy, for your first meal out of the house, make it brunch. Quiche is the perfect look-I’m-eating-real-food food. And Janine was there! Everyone knows I admire Janine SO much, and then she goes and drops something like, "back when I teaching Hebrew…." With my horrible memory I possibly knew this a long time ago, but I think I would remember such a cool thing. Wow, she is so cool.
And I spun up some nice baby camel/tussah silk that is inSANEly soft. I haven’t spun in so long, and it was immensely satisfying.
Know what else is satisfying?
3. Digit got his cone off! This happened about an hour ago, and he hasn’t stopped washing once. (Well, he had the cone on for almost 5 weeks. As Lala just said, that’s a dirty, dirty butt.) I’m keeping a close eye on him, he could still rip open some of the softer areas where the stitches and staples were if he’s too rough, and the cone will be popped right back on if that happens, but I’m hoping for the best.
And he’s GROWLING at himself. It’s quite funny. It’s as if he’s so PISSED that he just found out that whole back region has been shaved and HE WASN’T TOLD.
He also growls maniacally if I try to touch him while he’s washing. Watch (the noise that’s kind of low is him growling his little growl-box off):
Goddamnit, someone shaved my ass!
So all is well! I’m tired now, and Dr. Lala thinks I should rest for the remainder of the day. I act tough, but I think she’s right. It’s dark and overcast and almost threatening rain today, and I’m sad for Lala that she has to play a huge barbeque/party right down on the Oakland marina today, very sad for her, but I’m happy for me that I’m going to stay right here in bed and watch netflix movies and knit socks. I might move to the couch later and do a little more spinning. Who knows? It will be nice, though. Yesterday and the day before were rough. I HATE it when I’m well enough to feel like I should be active but not well enough to actually BE so. Truly unpleasant. So much nicer to be able to do a little something and then rest the rest of the justified.
Or the un-coned. Digit is my MAN!
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