I seem to be approaching human. No stamina and I certainly can tell when the drugs are wearing off, but I'm approaching human.
Unlike last week when I'm not certain what I did (good drugs!).
Friday I decided that entertainment should be all five hours of the BBC production of Pride and Prejudice. It's a story I know well so it doesn't matter if I doze through parts of it, it was long enough to fill the day and required no effort on my part.
I was at Mum and Dad's, so Mum sat down and made lace as we watched - and organised food at regular intervals.
I was glad when she decided it was lunchtime. It was coming up to Elizabeth's refusal of Darcy's proposal scene and I had been a bit dozy. This was one part I didn't want to miss, so food should keep me awake for a bit.
I've been describing my ingestion of food as 'eating', but that's a fairly loose interpretation of the term. It's closer to a careful slurp from the end of a teaspoon, followed by swallowing with very little attempt at any form of chewing. At the time I could hardly open my teeth and couldn't control my tongue terribly effectively. It was also necessary to have a tissue handy for the inevitable spills across my numbed lip.
So my favourite scene in P&P ended up going something like this:-
Darcy (striding across the sitting room): In vain I have struggled...
Me: Schhleeck
Darcy: ... it will not do...
Me: Schhleeeck
Darcy:... you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire...
Me: Schhleeeckk
Darcy: ... and love you.
By this time I'd twigged to the interesting sound effects and went off into the giggles, thereby ruining the scene for me forever. (Have I mentioned that laughing, smiling, giggling are none of them terribly comfortable?) Hopefully the chances of splitting the stitches are...
... Approximately None!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Some people have surgery to improve their appearance...
... others, not so much.
Surgery went well. I had none of the nausea or other side effects common to general anaesthetic, apart from headaches, which could also be caused by someone drilling and cutting into my jaw, for example.
Declined the morphine last night due to side effects (not to mention the fact it's given via injection into the thigh) and the fact the pain was irritating, but not excrutiating.
Very aware of the fact that the killer pain killers will only last about 3 days if I take the maximum dose. At the surgeons recommendation I'm trying to space them out with Advil which is an anti-inflammatory as well. Unfortunately not recommended for asthmatics, but I just have to keep an eye on any breathing issues. It should be okay, I've had similar before with no problems.
Jaw is sore, can't open my mouth much (for example to take my inhalers - my front teeth copped half the last dose) and the lower right hand side of my lip is numb. The surgeon believes that I should have that back within about a week, and I'll believe him because it's itchy and tingly. Problem is, it's numb as well, so I can't feel when I try to scratch the itch.
All in all it was a reasonably good experience of surgery as these things go. Mostly under medication it is no worse that it used to be when the teeth were giving me gyp - it's just that they didn't all used to give me gyp at the same time.
But the best thing - the chance that they will ever give me gyp again?
... APPROXIMATELY NONE - TAKE THAT YOU STUPID TEETH!!!
Mffbffl Gblymy
If this post appears today it's because I just can't be bothered.
So that means that it's a bit of a waste of time for you to have come all the way over here to see it.
The chance that I care?
... Approximately None.
So that means that it's a bit of a waste of time for you to have come all the way over here to see it.
The chance that I care?
... Approximately None.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Official Teeth Day
So I'm off having my wisdom teeth removed - I thought I'd schedule a post for you all - more of Grandma's letters.
I'm going to ask Mum to comment below when she knows anything. Unless she's decided to stay in Toowoomba overnight, in which case I guess she won't.
This is Aunty Judy going off to College.
She steps over the front fence of the Church.
She has her music in the bag.
The chance that you can't guess what my Aunt has been doing for a career for the last hmmmpf mumble years?
... Approximately None (particularly all the family).
I'm going to ask Mum to comment below when she knows anything. Unless she's decided to stay in Toowoomba overnight, in which case I guess she won't.
This is Aunty Judy going off to College.
She steps over the front fence of the Church.
She has her music in the bag.
The chance that you can't guess what my Aunt has been doing for a career for the last hmmmpf mumble years?
... Approximately None (particularly all the family).
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
One small step for Jen...
On Saturday my Beloved installed sliding wardrobe doors on the built-in cupboard in our bedroom. His company makes them, so they were at a good price, too.
They are brushed chrome surrounds and the mirror doors make the room look bigger and brighter.
It also gave us incentive to reduce the furniture in our bedroom, so my bookcase and dressing table are gone to another room, and we've combined our belongings into the shelves in the cupboard and Chris' lovely old timber dressing table (with bevelled mirror) that I'm standing next to in order to take this photo.
You can also see the curtains and patchwork quilt that my wonderful Mum made for us. The bedroom is now completed, save for pelmets over the curtains, the door needs to be painted, and carpet laid.
I haven't had access to a full-length mirror since we moved into our house just before Christmas 2007. It was very exciting to look forward to have some installed.
I may need to lose a little weight.
The chances that I'd admit to having been startled by movement in the bedroom when I got up Sunday morning, only to realise it was my own reflection?
... Approximately None.
They are brushed chrome surrounds and the mirror doors make the room look bigger and brighter.
It also gave us incentive to reduce the furniture in our bedroom, so my bookcase and dressing table are gone to another room, and we've combined our belongings into the shelves in the cupboard and Chris' lovely old timber dressing table (with bevelled mirror) that I'm standing next to in order to take this photo.
You can also see the curtains and patchwork quilt that my wonderful Mum made for us. The bedroom is now completed, save for pelmets over the curtains, the door needs to be painted, and carpet laid.
I haven't had access to a full-length mirror since we moved into our house just before Christmas 2007. It was very exciting to look forward to have some installed.
I may need to lose a little weight.
The chances that I'd admit to having been startled by movement in the bedroom when I got up Sunday morning, only to realise it was my own reflection?
... Approximately None.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Competition: A question that needs to be answered...
I just have to ask a question.
And that question is one that I'm certain many of us would like an answer to. I'll get to it in a minute.
I've heard some of my friends who have been pregnant express concern about the fact that any friends, relations, acquaintances and perfect strangers in the street feel obliged to tell their own pregnancy stories.
This means that either they:
1. Freak you out with the absolutely terrible things that happened during conception, gestation or labour. Therefore you feel you are not as worried as you ought to be, and had better get worried, terrified and panicked quick smart.
2. Make you want to hit them because the whole thing is apparently no bother, you'll have no trouble at all. It's just like sneezing, then you have a new baby (who will probably sleep the night through from the very first one) Therefore you are making too big a deal out of the whole thing, probably just playing for sympathy (whether you have life-threatening pre-eclampsia, a history of miscarriage, or some other nasty).
The underlying irritant for the one being preached to is the fact that, whether these women have had one pregnancy or a hundred and fifty, they have personally experienced all that there is to experience of conception, gestation and labour.
Do you know the difference between this phenomenon with respect to gestation and having your wisdom teeth removed?
Men can't have children.
Therefore the proportion of the population able to provide stories has increased exponentially. So I've been really getting hammered with teeth stories for the last few weeks. This Wednesday afternoon I'm scheduled to have all four wisdom teeth removed under general anaesthetic in a hospital in Toowoomba. I will be in overnight, then Mum will come and pick me up and bring me home.
So my question for you all is which is worse?:
a) Someone who tells you dreadful stories
b) Someone who thinks you're too worried, after all, HE/SHE was perfectly fine - and they had to walk 300 miles to the surgery through 3 feet of snow, had them out in the chair without anaesthetic, and then had been entered in a steak-eating competition for later that same day (probably in a town 250 miles in the other direction).
c) Someone who contributes SOMEONE ELSE'S stories "My husband's cousin-once-removed's father-in-law's sister had THIS happen..."
d) All of the above and they all should die. Horribly.
I'd love to hear your responses. But if you feel obliged to give me your teeth stories, not only have you entirely missed the point of this post, but the chances of me not deleting it are...
... Approximately None.
And that question is one that I'm certain many of us would like an answer to. I'll get to it in a minute.
I've heard some of my friends who have been pregnant express concern about the fact that any friends, relations, acquaintances and perfect strangers in the street feel obliged to tell their own pregnancy stories.
This means that either they:
1. Freak you out with the absolutely terrible things that happened during conception, gestation or labour. Therefore you feel you are not as worried as you ought to be, and had better get worried, terrified and panicked quick smart.
2. Make you want to hit them because the whole thing is apparently no bother, you'll have no trouble at all. It's just like sneezing, then you have a new baby (who will probably sleep the night through from the very first one) Therefore you are making too big a deal out of the whole thing, probably just playing for sympathy (whether you have life-threatening pre-eclampsia, a history of miscarriage, or some other nasty).
The underlying irritant for the one being preached to is the fact that, whether these women have had one pregnancy or a hundred and fifty, they have personally experienced all that there is to experience of conception, gestation and labour.
Do you know the difference between this phenomenon with respect to gestation and having your wisdom teeth removed?
Men can't have children.
Therefore the proportion of the population able to provide stories has increased exponentially. So I've been really getting hammered with teeth stories for the last few weeks. This Wednesday afternoon I'm scheduled to have all four wisdom teeth removed under general anaesthetic in a hospital in Toowoomba. I will be in overnight, then Mum will come and pick me up and bring me home.
So my question for you all is which is worse?:
a) Someone who tells you dreadful stories
b) Someone who thinks you're too worried, after all, HE/SHE was perfectly fine - and they had to walk 300 miles to the surgery through 3 feet of snow, had them out in the chair without anaesthetic, and then had been entered in a steak-eating competition for later that same day (probably in a town 250 miles in the other direction).
c) Someone who contributes SOMEONE ELSE'S stories "My husband's cousin-once-removed's father-in-law's sister had THIS happen..."
d) All of the above and they all should die. Horribly.
I'd love to hear your responses. But if you feel obliged to give me your teeth stories, not only have you entirely missed the point of this post, but the chances of me not deleting it are...
... Approximately None.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Happy Anniversary to ME!!!
Well, I totally missed it.
I've officially been blogging for a whole year. As of last Friday.
Sometimes frequently, sometimes rather less frequently, but I've been a citizen of the blogging community for twelve months and one week.
And if I hadn't entirely missed it, I could have arranged a competition or a blog refurbishment or something exciting to celebrate.
But I decided to have my wisdom teeth out next week instead.
And although that's not very fun for you, how much fun is it going to be for me?
... Approximately None.
I've officially been blogging for a whole year. As of last Friday.
Sometimes frequently, sometimes rather less frequently, but I've been a citizen of the blogging community for twelve months and one week.
And if I hadn't entirely missed it, I could have arranged a competition or a blog refurbishment or something exciting to celebrate.
But I decided to have my wisdom teeth out next week instead.
And although that's not very fun for you, how much fun is it going to be for me?
... Approximately None.
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