While I love being at home rather than at work, especially given what work is like right now, it is less fun when I have multiple surgically inflicted stab wounds.
I really enjoy mentioning the stab wounds.
People are stupid. Or maybe just colossally unprepared. I am in a few online bariatric surgery groups, and I am perpetually surprised by the questions people ask. It’s like they’ve had this major surgery without even reading the most basic information ahead of time. “What are we allowed to eat now that we’re home?” “When can we go back to work?” “What is a protein shake?” “Why have I only lost 7 lbs this week?” Some of these people should have their stomachs put back until they’ve done some reading. Especially the ones complaining that they have “only” lost some huge amount of weight.
That being said, I am also one of the stupid people. I have a call in to my surgeon’s office because I don’t remember which specific date I am supposed to return to work. I’m sure my boss expects me to be back at some point. I have 3 different dates written down.
PJ Harvey is wonderful.
My cat is useless at domestic chores, and 13 is excellent at them.
Routine maintenance on a Lexus is stupidly expensive.
Autocorrect wants to capitalize the weirdest shit.
I am simultaneously surprised that I am doing so much better than I thought I would be after 9 days and that I am still prone to hitting a wall and needing a nap. Yesterday afternoon I took a 5 hour nap and then went to bed at 9:30 and slept all the way through the night. I never take naps!
There is a limit to how many classic films even I can watch in one day.
I never get tired of Bette Davis.
If I get a rotisserie chicken so 13 has real food for dinner, I am very sorry that I can’t have any of it, and I compensate by not letting the cat have any of it either.
I am not a very nice person.
When recovering from surgery, it is important not to be consumed by world news. Particularly news involving the person currently occupying the White House.
It is a lot harder than you might think to get 68 ounces of fluid and 90gms of protein into your stomach when it’s the size of a banana.
If you swallow more than you should at one time, you will be very sorry.
My refrigerator is filthy.
I’m going for a walk now, rather than face the filthy fridge.
Filthy Fridges would be a good band name.