Paul Frances Tompkats
My kitten is more dapper than yours. End of story.
Waiting for this handsome devil is what keeps me going right now.
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Actually cannot describe the pain I’m in today. The knee I injured in the airport a few weeks ago has totally given out again. Leaving me with zero working legs. Had to call of work tomorrow. And bribe one of my friends to go out and get me food.
I’m so tired of the narcotics brain fog, but if I don’t take them I can’t focus on anything and just want to cry all day. Please god, anybody, make it stop.
I used to really really hate the sensation of taking heavy duty pain meds. Like I would rather just put up with the pain than deal with the fuzzy head and loss of equilibrium. But at this moment, I am so so grateful for modern medicine. My insides feel kinda funny, and everything is warm and fuzzy, and my pain went from an 8 to a 3.
And I just wrote a an amail to my teachers telling them I may be a little out of it this week, and somehow it turned into this really sappy thing about how grateful I am for their support and lenience through all this. And it’s true. These three teachers who have been with me all year are so wonderful. I cannot imagine that same kind of genuine care at another school. David is a ridiculous caricature of a human, but he is also incredibly generous and seems to really believe in me and I love him every day for that.
The giantess of internet hugs
You are always the sweetest. Thanks darling. <3
Well that’s the wonderful thing about crayons, they can take you to more places than a starship.
Stark Trek: The Next Generation
Watching Star Trek TNG and desperately waiting for percocet to kick in. This is a stupid amount of pain. Wishing for my mom or boyfriend to be here to take care of me. I just want to have someone stroke my hair while I cry.
Or I want to be in my apartment. Cuddling with the kitten. Mostly I just want to stop hurting and stop reliving the sensation of having my skin snipped away from the tissue with scissors.
All I can say is that I hope with all of my being I don’t have to do that again. Fairly sure I’m going to be having flashbacks and nightmares. I’m tough, but that was too much. I’ve never before prayed to be unconscious.
Totally out of touch with tumblmumbl because it has been another busy weekend. Lots of filming, and then sucked into a vortex of Adult Swim shows and cuddling at Raymond’s.
Hope y’all had a good holiday.
Back on the carving board for more excisions at 8am tomorrow. Wish me luck and stuff.