While there are a great many worse things in the world, recovering from septum surgery is not a great way to spend a weekend.
There are high points in the form of much good DVD watching… since Friday I have watched what may have been my favorite Doctor Who episode yet, The Girl In The Fireplace. Of course, it may have been the really awesome painkillers I’m on that enhanced the enjoyment, because I can tell you that my love for the world knows no bounds when I’ve taken a couple of those pills. Israel and Palestine should definitely take a dose of this before heading into peace talks; We could have solved that problem years ago.
I also tried out the Netflix Instant Play downloadable movie option and watched Welcome to the Dollhouse, which was okay. I knocked out terracinque recommended film, Sullivan’s Travels which was funny and also explained the title to the Coen Bros.’ Oh, Brother Where Art Thou. My brother’s girlfriend loaned me her Heroes, Season 1 DVD set, which I watched straight, all the way through, to the last episode. Which may explain why I’m certain that the plastic things in my nose are some sort of implant from a secret organization out to destroy New York City.
I’m told the surgery went well, and thus far recovery has gone according to plan, so that’s all good. I won’t get the benefit of results until next week or later. In fact, I’m going to remain in this Super Congested state until Thursday when they remove the Plastic Objects from my nose.
Regardless, even with the Super Pain Killers, it’s a very uncomfortable way to be. Lots of gross maintenance of bandages and whatnot. The skin of my cheeks are raw from the gauze tape being ripped off and reapplied.
Ick. This too shall pass.
There is a magical substance called Skin-Prep that my nurse used when I was having Issues with my c-section incision that protects the skin when bandages have to be regularly removed and reapplied. I don’t know if it’s available to common folk, but see if you can get you some of that.
I am out of the bandage stage now, but would that I had known.
My brother’s girlfriend
Isn’t it fiancĂ© now?
Oh, and good luck with your implants. Say hello to Grawlock for me.
You know somethin’ I don’t?
Ok, I must be confused. Didn’t post about some brother finally proposing to his long time girlfriend, who is pregnant at the moment, with their second child. And that they wanted you to officiate. And that they wanted to do it soon because her father is sick.
Or have I been sniffing glue in my sleep again.
Regardless of your adhesive sniffing habits, you’ve got “her” brother mixed up with “my” brother.
I probably confused you by not referring to “my” brother as RocketBro.
Makes sense. Just too many brothers running around. Could you arrange for them to all merge into one gigantic sibling? Ok. Thanks.