i think i've watched all the tv i can reasonably bear.
so...i am going to venture forth today. the sky is grey but it's still sunny and i want to be outside. i'll get a cup of coffee. maybe i'll sit in a dark theater for hours. or maybe i'll slowly walk around a mall and shop for holiday cards. or maybe i'll buy a book and find a bar to sit in and read for a few hours.
then i'll come back home and (gasp) write. (maybe even something for Bitch.) yeah...write. i haven't written anything worthwhile in ages. well, at least it's a goal.
[update:
still haven't left the house. it took me 45 minutes to get ready, then i tried on a pair of cute new jeans i bought just before the surgery and guess what? the fuckers don't fit! after just one week!! i'm depressed. there is this roll of extra belly just above my scar and it won't fucking go away. so now i'm back up a dress size - when one week ago i was on my way to being down two!!
it's vain, i know, but i want to cry. fucking agatha.]
11 comments:
Baby, you can't wear *jeans* right after abdominal surgery! Go out and buy yourself some cute yoga pants or something soft and stretchy. You gotta give your skin time to recover!
*sheepishly*
yes, i finally came to terms with the normal healing process when i went to my desk calendar and counted the days since surgery - 11.
i should be more patient. and i'm in my yoga pants now, totally wiped out after walking a block/half down the street to the comic book store.
What!? Every year I wear jeans the day after my abdominal surgery! Then I go belly dancing and let horses kick me in the gut.
What the hell are yoga pants? Are they anything like sweats?
they're a better class of sweats.
uh, more...relaxing.
It's a weird thing because as long as you're not doing much, you feel okay; and after all, sure there's a scar and some loose skin, but it doesn't look like you lost an arm or anything.
But it's STILL MAJOR SURGERY. Go for short walks and take advantage of your Netflix subscription. You do have a netflix subscription, right?
yeah, i was feeling too big for my britches.
i walked about 1 1/2 blocks down the street yesterday to the comic book store - down three flights of stairs, too. man, that one tiny trip totally wiped me out. i spent the rest of the day on the couch, reading comics.
today? i took one hour to unload the dishwasher and cook a bowl of pasta. spent the day on the couch.
oh, and i've signed up for a Second Life account that already has me totally confused. somehow, i've made myself a white girl.
(jp, you can keep what you're about to say to yourself.)
so lesson learned: i can only do one (short) outdoor thing per day.
I remember learning the same lesson two weeks after PK was born. *And* I spent those two weeks inside and only went for a very slow walk to the park--sans stairs!--at that point.
So yeah, you're doing great. Getting outside every day is awesome, but don't go signing up for that 10k just yet.
As to the white girl thing, hey; it isn't so bad, really.
this has also reinforced in my mind that pregnancy is not for me. if i can't handle this tiny physical discomfort, how the hell would i deal with 9 months (and then delivery) of child-carrying? i am a wuss. no way, dude.
but, hey! today i took off the adhesive strips. grody. it's a neat little scar but there's still a thin strip of pink that's showing. (shudder)
Pregnancy totally does suck. The only advantage is if you've got a man around that you can totally take advantage of by making him fetch and carry for 9 months while you lie around whining.
Grody is a total understatement. You are a braver woman than I am.
i made the decision last night to go to Target today and buy a pair (or two) of maternity pants. i need something to hold my still healing belly muscles in.
how do pregnant women carry all that baby in there without enormous pain - or cupping their bellies all the time?
if i was a different type of blogger, i'd take a picture of my scar and post it, in all its semi-pink/brown glory. but i'm not that bored, yet. getting close, but not yet.
Sweet, dear woman. It was so great to see you. Come check out my bloggggggggg. Share it with Chip. Or is she Dale? Let's not wait so long until the next time we see each other, kthx.
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