Friday
Jul012005
Rant. Retract. Reflect. Repair on the Outside. More Repair on the Inside.
Friday, July 1, 2005 at 08:45PM
The last few entries have been pulled -not because I take them back but because it makes me totally ill to come in here and see that I've allowed my evil family and a random work bitch to invade my boat.
Like smelly tick-ridden infested pirates defiling my safe sanctuary as we bob along the coast. Causing biliousness in my belly.
And not even sexy, goodlooking male pirates, at that.
Because, you know, this is hard sometimes, lately. And I've kind of only got you and me to talk myself through it. But some things just shouldn't be allowed in here. So, they're gone.
Instead, I give you icky pictures of my face before the final cast came off a few days ago and then today, which makes it 20 days. See? WC Fields. I TOLD YOU.
I was trying to get the pictures the same size and all but it ends up sort of distorting them a bit. They insist it'll change a ton (ie: my entire face will slowly UN-swell over the next eight months or so). But the bruising at least is healing faster. It's kind of weird that different spots fade faster than others and some part will be less swollen but the part right next to it's not ready or some such thing - it's like a whole new face every day for months and months. Just not a very pretty one.
Trauma, don'tcha know, it's a bitch.
I guess I didn't really say what exactly happened, did I? That's cause mostly I'm not really sure. And I kind of try not to think about it. The po-liceman who came to visit me (but did not bring flowers, the bastard) says they think that either the airbag cover hit me or the airbag was triggered when it was hit by my face slamming into it. Handy those airbags, aren't they? Anyways, the leg was just a bonus prize cause I'm such a good girl.
In the first one, you can just barely see the stitches hanging off the bottom of my nose - well, maybe only I can. My nose IS kind of crooked - I do not know what the fuck that's about - I'm hoping it's swelling pulling it out of whack since I can't imagine they would make me a new and CROOKED nose just to mix up their day. You can't quite see the lump of bone or whatever that's currently poking out of the right side of my cheekbone / nose but I guess it does look a little more swollen on that side. I'm sure we'll find out what that is on Monday.
We already discussed what would happen if they had to do any follow-up surgery once everything heals and that really burns my ass because they can't do it for a year due to the healing and the scar tissue and blah blah blah. That makes me mad as a cut snake (I'm saving a couple of those, thanks guys!) because in a year I'm supposed to be in Costa Rica, and never coming back. The universe needs to get with my program.
I guess we'll just have to see what I end up looking like in the end. It could be one of those 'hmmm, oh fuck THIS, I look FINE and I'm LEAVING' moments.
So far, I kinda look like me. Only puffy. And yellow. And I can't mostly feel spots here and there, except of course inside my nose where it's designed to drive me insane. So, me ... only ... a little different. And my entire face hurts. All the time. But, you know, he did a good job and I should be very grateful.
And I am, except when - like the last few days - I'm NOT.
As I said before, Jen,also and the post traumatic stress theory? Sad, but true, I think. It's just gotta be weathered. Good days and bad. My official stance though is that IT SUCKS AND I HATE IT. But at least I'm still upright.
The on-call pager last night earned me an extra $75. These 12 days of on-call, even if the pager doesn't go off again - will net me a further $420.
I have regrouped and decided that for a while, I can chant endlessly....it's only 9 more months. I've already been there 9 months. I'm halfway there. It was nothin'. This is paying my debt. This is financing my trip. The satisfaction will come in 9 months. I can wait, I can plot, I can plan. I can think of happier things. I *will* think of happier things.
After all, if billions of people can carry a growing life around in their belly for nine months I guess I can carry this for the same amount of time before purging it from my body in a marathon fit of screaming release.
But, I still don't know what to do about that bitch.
Like smelly tick-ridden infested pirates defiling my safe sanctuary as we bob along the coast. Causing biliousness in my belly.
And not even sexy, goodlooking male pirates, at that.
Because, you know, this is hard sometimes, lately. And I've kind of only got you and me to talk myself through it. But some things just shouldn't be allowed in here. So, they're gone.
Instead, I give you icky pictures of my face before the final cast came off a few days ago and then today, which makes it 20 days. See? WC Fields. I TOLD YOU.
I was trying to get the pictures the same size and all but it ends up sort of distorting them a bit. They insist it'll change a ton (ie: my entire face will slowly UN-swell over the next eight months or so). But the bruising at least is healing faster. It's kind of weird that different spots fade faster than others and some part will be less swollen but the part right next to it's not ready or some such thing - it's like a whole new face every day for months and months. Just not a very pretty one.
Trauma, don'tcha know, it's a bitch.
I guess I didn't really say what exactly happened, did I? That's cause mostly I'm not really sure. And I kind of try not to think about it. The po-liceman who came to visit me (but did not bring flowers, the bastard) says they think that either the airbag cover hit me or the airbag was triggered when it was hit by my face slamming into it. Handy those airbags, aren't they? Anyways, the leg was just a bonus prize cause I'm such a good girl.
In the first one, you can just barely see the stitches hanging off the bottom of my nose - well, maybe only I can. My nose IS kind of crooked - I do not know what the fuck that's about - I'm hoping it's swelling pulling it out of whack since I can't imagine they would make me a new and CROOKED nose just to mix up their day. You can't quite see the lump of bone or whatever that's currently poking out of the right side of my cheekbone / nose but I guess it does look a little more swollen on that side. I'm sure we'll find out what that is on Monday.
We already discussed what would happen if they had to do any follow-up surgery once everything heals and that really burns my ass because they can't do it for a year due to the healing and the scar tissue and blah blah blah. That makes me mad as a cut snake (I'm saving a couple of those, thanks guys!) because in a year I'm supposed to be in Costa Rica, and never coming back. The universe needs to get with my program.
I guess we'll just have to see what I end up looking like in the end. It could be one of those 'hmmm, oh fuck THIS, I look FINE and I'm LEAVING' moments.
So far, I kinda look like me. Only puffy. And yellow. And I can't mostly feel spots here and there, except of course inside my nose where it's designed to drive me insane. So, me ... only ... a little different. And my entire face hurts. All the time. But, you know, he did a good job and I should be very grateful.
And I am, except when - like the last few days - I'm NOT.
As I said before, Jen,also and the post traumatic stress theory? Sad, but true, I think. It's just gotta be weathered. Good days and bad. My official stance though is that IT SUCKS AND I HATE IT. But at least I'm still upright.
The on-call pager last night earned me an extra $75. These 12 days of on-call, even if the pager doesn't go off again - will net me a further $420.
I have regrouped and decided that for a while, I can chant endlessly....it's only 9 more months. I've already been there 9 months. I'm halfway there. It was nothin'. This is paying my debt. This is financing my trip. The satisfaction will come in 9 months. I can wait, I can plot, I can plan. I can think of happier things. I *will* think of happier things.
After all, if billions of people can carry a growing life around in their belly for nine months I guess I can carry this for the same amount of time before purging it from my body in a marathon fit of screaming release.
But, I still don't know what to do about that bitch.
Reader Comments (7)
and he wasn't yellow, either.
you? you got more of a slight Tweety Bird thing goin' on. Cabot does kind of look like Sylvester, too...so...some kind of weird synchronistic thing's goin on there...
I’m glad to hear and see you are recovering well.
david
Arr, me hearties. I moight look lahk Keith Richarrrds bot moi iccent's naffink loike him. Chim chiminee cheroo, as they say in Lunnuninglan.
Hope this helps redress the "ugly tick-infested" balance a bit. If it doesn't, then the famously unwhistleable Captain Pugwash theme tune just might..
http://www.whirligig-tv.co.uk/tv/children/pugwash/pugwash.wav
I've had women go to greater lengths to avoid buying me a beer.
James - Tweety Bird? sheesh. Thanks. uh, former friend guy.
PB - That tune was just bad. But it proves you really do have kids and not just figments of your imagination. Or you just watch too much kiddie television and that's just sick.
POB - Like what? Maybe to avoid buying you a second one? There's a commerical running over here where a guy and girl are on a first date on a park bench and he says -"Can I see you again?" and she's like, "oh YES!" then he picks up a leaf and starts to lick it. Do you do things like that?
(it was a maple syrup cereal commercial)
- Benedict XVI
also: Massage Your Face!!! fastest way to help the bruises move and the scar tissue be minimised. human body's not so hot at healing without movement, and the passive bits heal much much faster if they're manipulated. ever seen an old boxer with cauliflower ears? they can be completely prevented by the boxer simply massaging the blood out of his ears after each fight.