That’s right. I’m bringin’ sexy back.
That’s what I’m wearing these days, most days, though I usually wear a button-up shirt over the top of the whole getup. My range of movement is pretty good, though I can’t raise my arms much higher than my shoulders with them out straight; but bent, I can get ’em pretty high.
I’ve had several good nights of sleep – I can even sleep on my side for short stretches of time – and I’m off the narcotics. I’ve barely even needed any Tylenol and Advil for the past few days.
A good thing is that there’s been a noticeable improvement under my chin, sagging skin-wise. The lump is still there, but while I can’t say for sure that it’s gotten smaller, I can say that it hasn’t gotten bigger, so that’s good, right?
I’m at about 75% of normal, I’d say, and getting better every day. That lovely bra/ arm compression garment up there? I bought that before surgery. Right after surgery, there’s no way I could have bent my arms back enough to put it on, but now not only can I put it on, but I can put it on without any help from Fred. It’s a pretty handy garment, and I like it better than wearing Ace bandages around my arms (I was always concerned that they were loosening and slipping down my arms – which they often did) and the sports bra from Walmart.
My weight has dipped down to 2 pounds less than I weighed the day before surgery, but I expect it to bounce back and forth for a while. I’m still swollen, but not as much as I was, and I think I’m doing pretty well for 3 weeks after surgery.
Later this week I’ll even leave the house and drive myself to the store, because my grand-nephew’s birthday is next week, and I am, of course, unprepared.
(I won’t be wearing that particular outfit from the pictures, though. I do NOT want to end up on People of Wal-mart, or whatever the hell it’s called.)
The number one favorite cat toy in the house these days seems to be the catnip banana. It lives in or near the downstairs hallway most of the time, and you can often look down the hall to see one cat or another laying there, licking it and getting hiiiiiiiigh.
Remember how happy I was to replace the rug that was in the foster room with foam squares? It held up admirably for about a week. Then the Brady’s started sharpening their claws on it, but it still held up pretty well. And THEN they started pulling the borders off so that every time I went in there, I’d have to put one or two borders back on.
Then when the Bradys were given the run of the house, someone (not necessarily a Brady, it could have been anyone, but I suspect Corbie or Reacher) started bring the borders downstairs and leaving them by the back door.
All of which was annoying but something I could put up with.
Then came the day I found a small chunk missing out of one of the borders and then found a puddle of barf with the chunk in it. And before you could say “What, the 300 bowls of cat food laying around the house isn’t enough for you pigs?” I grabbed up all the foam squares and dragged them out to the garage. Then I went to Walmart and bought a cheap area rug ($20) and put it in the foster room.
And all of that to say that, look? Doesn’t that cheap Walmart rug look nice in the foster room, and could Corbie be any prettier?
I think not.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Meet the new pigs.
2007: Going on hiatus!
2006: Hell of a way to start out your retirement, ain’t it?
2005: Book recommendations and a meme.
2004: No entry.
2003: Be afraid. Be very afraid.
2002: Food for her youngs.
2001: Not much going on here.
2000: Mean mommy, huh?