Saturday, November 28, 2015


For crying out loud. I can't believe this isn't over. Honestly, this is the worst NaBloPoMo in the history of NaBloPoMos. I have nothing to say, other than my boobs hurt, and now both sides are infected, which probably means I should be put back on oral antibiotics which I don't want to do, because today was the first day without diarrhea since almost two whole weeks ago. Judging by the way things have been going, antibiotics will just send me straight back to the toilet.

Yes. Diarrhea. I went there. I am so out of things to talk about that I'm now talking about even that aspect of my misery. Actually, it's not even just about not having anything interesting to say, it's about my mind being completely stressed out by all of this and totally unable to think about anything else.

December can't come soon enough.

Friday, November 27, 2015


I don't think I should have to write a post today because my incision is infected and it's really gross and all I can think about. I don't handle wounds well, especially on myself. Ask Ang. The first time I saw my incision from my ankle surgery I burst into hysterical tears. Imagine my state last night when one of my incisions popped open all disgusting and yucky. I apologized to the doctor for appearing crazy. I want to pour alchohol in it like they do to people who get shot in all the historical romances I read. I feel certain that burning the crap out of it is the answer. Ang has urged me to follow the doctor's instructions.

We'll see.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

At Least Try

Is it December yet? I don't want to do this anymore. I just want to watch Doctor Who and hold this little purring kitten. If I weren't typing I could be eating sunflower seeds, so I'm going to get this over with.

Here's a picture of me playing in my first band concert in 20 years. Everyone who knows me knows I used to be a huge band geek, and I missed it. I used to say that if I could live over three weeks of my life, one would be my honeymoon, one would be camp, and one would be a marching band trip. Now all of them would be weeks with my dad, but still, band is way up there.

I almost cried my first practice. It felt like coming home. I wish I could go back in time and fix my flute ten years ago. It haunts me a little that I could have been in band all this time, but the important thing is I get to do it now. It's the funnest and best part of my week every single week.

And the flute section is the funnest section. I love all of my flute buddies. The first week, one of our sheets of music had written on it "at least try." That's our motto now. I might make us all t-shirts.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

So Mad

I took the CUTEST picture of our vet and Zelda today. She was looking up at him while he gave her her first check up. It was seriously so cute.

I don't know what happened. It's not on my phone.



Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Let's Talk About Nips, Baby***

Since I seriously can't think of anything to post about, other than my friend's new kitten, and even I have my kitten post limits... Let's talk about my nipples.

Oh yes, this is happening.

A long time ago I wrote a post on here about thrush and how it felt like someone was cutting off my nipples with a utility knife. In my mind, that sounded like the most painful thing I could think of... having your nipples cut off.

So I wasn't looking forward to that part of the breast reduction. They cut your nipples right off, you know. They leave the blood vessels and stuff attached, but they move your whole nipples. Zoop! Just like that.

Want to know what's crazy? It doesn't hurt that bad. Right from the beginning my nipples have felt awesome, especially compared to the incisions under my armpits. Those ones hurt like a bugger. But it turns out having your nipples cut off is no big deal.

Who'd a thunk it?

**** Title credit goes to Melissa who has already suffered through this whole conversation.

Monday, November 23, 2015

At The Bay

I did the most amazing thing today. I went to The Bay. I picked out a bra I liked. I tried it on. It fit. I bought it.

There were billions though. Billions and billions of bras I could have tried on and I bet they would have fit too. No spillage. No trying to cram the spillage into the cup and somehow make something, anything! work. And it was at a regular store that regular people go to and buy stuff.

Do you know, I couldn't even find bras that contained me at the fat stores??? I usually just picked the one that came the closest. It didn't matter what it looked like or felt like on, just so long as not too much of my boobs were hanging out.

But today there were billions that would have worked, but I was tired and sore so I just bought the first thing that I tried on.

It. Was. EPIC.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

A Post

Crap! I almost forgot to post. Since I haven't gone to bed yet, it's still Sunday to me.

Here's a link to a video of a lion cub trying to roar. I can't figure out how to embed it on my phone. Lol. This is seriously the best I can do.