First of all, it's Storm's birthday! Happy Birthday, Tormie! Oh....and did y'all know that he is going to be a daddy in April!!!?
So, today is the day after the day after my surgery. Yesterday, I felt pretty decent. I mean, this "pain" is nowhere NEAR the pain I get every month. But today, something is different. The pain still isn't that bad, but when I have monthly cramps, I can crunch up in a ball, punch myself in the stomach (not that I ever do that) or roll around and writhe in pain if I wanna.
Today I noticed that I got beat up pretty badly. I'm bruised and confused. Not really confused, but what else rhymes with bruised!? Amused? That, I am not. The pain isn't that horrible, but I can't really move very well, what with all the black and blue tender and puffy areas. It's ugly, I tell ya!
So, I sit here, swimming in the aftermath of Hurricane Vicodin, thinking of all the things I could be doing. I have umpteen thousand sewing projects to be finished, four or five rooms in this house that haven't been touched in a week, and I can't stop searching the internet for fun projects to start when we move.
If anyone wants to get me something for Christmas, feel free to get me spray paint.
I wanna do this and this....and this. Oh yeah, and this too.
And if those aren't enough, I'm wanting to start making aprons to add to our etsy store. Have I told you about that yet? I think these would sell too.
Anyhow, see how my mind goes and goes and goes....when my body can't!?