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Aug. 16th, 2005
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Rerun #3: Jello mold, from 8-4-04 entry
Aug. 16th, 2005 12:44 pmI was destined to come back as a gelatin mold, you as a tupperware salesman. I would hold salmon pink mousse, you would convince ladies of the importance of clear vs. opaque; you would forget me, and I, possessing the average intelligence of a jello mold, would never think of you again.
So today was the six-day mark, and I went in to have the stitches removed. It's funny, because when I had this done last Wednesday the nurses kept saying "And your appointment next Weds..." and I kept saying, no, it's on Tuesday, and they kept arguing with me.
Thing is, I have this giant Excel spreadsheet that contains my schedule, color-coded and everything, because otherwise I lose track of things. I have three jobs, after all. So I have to keep track of everything meticulously. I brought the schedule with me in paper form to the visit when we scheduled the surgery, and I was careful about scheduling the post-op appointment. Anyway, I was right, it was on Tuesday. So the last time I had this surgery, I was thirteen, and I remember the post-op visit particularly well, because I had been wearing an eyepatch for five days. My father brought me in. When the eyepatch was removed and the doctor was working on the stitches, I started to pass out, but not the tingly-oh-I-feel-faint-doctah kind of faint, the violent-am-about-to-hit-the-floor kind of faint. The doctor acted like I was being a sissy (now I wonder why) and retrieved some smelling salts. Anyway, I happened to see my father's face, and he looked completely disgusted. Later that evening I overheard him telling my mom that he wanted to beat the doctor up because, to him, my eyelid looked horrible. Actually, he did a marvelous job, and it's held up remarkably well.
Okay, so back to now, and you can imagine how much I don't want to get the stitches out. However, one of the stitches in the center is...uncomfortable, and it's making it difficult to sleep or even close my eyes for any length of time. So I am resigned to the fact that I need to get them out, and I went this morning (alone) to the doctor's office. I get there twenty minutes early (misjudged traffic) and they see me immediately. My doctor, the doctor who performed the surgery, is on vacation, so I get one of his partners, who then gets a very, very young doctor in there to remove the stitches. I was even more nervous, and then I realized that I was really feeling nauseated, which is very rare for me.
The removal of the stitches was more painful than the original stitches themselves, and I nearly passed out twice. In fact, I left, feeling nauseated and just overall sick, and did the grocery shopping on the way home kind of in a daze. I am now home, and I still feel pretty out of it. But the eyelid looks great. Now if I could just get the other eyelid to cooperate. They kind of work in tandem, and it's confused, and is much lower than it should be, because if I try to open the newly restored eyelid too far it hurts, and yeah.
Thing is, I have this giant Excel spreadsheet that contains my schedule, color-coded and everything, because otherwise I lose track of things. I have three jobs, after all. So I have to keep track of everything meticulously. I brought the schedule with me in paper form to the visit when we scheduled the surgery, and I was careful about scheduling the post-op appointment. Anyway, I was right, it was on Tuesday. So the last time I had this surgery, I was thirteen, and I remember the post-op visit particularly well, because I had been wearing an eyepatch for five days. My father brought me in. When the eyepatch was removed and the doctor was working on the stitches, I started to pass out, but not the tingly-oh-I-feel-faint-doctah kind of faint, the violent-am-about-to-hit-the-floor kind of faint. The doctor acted like I was being a sissy (now I wonder why) and retrieved some smelling salts. Anyway, I happened to see my father's face, and he looked completely disgusted. Later that evening I overheard him telling my mom that he wanted to beat the doctor up because, to him, my eyelid looked horrible. Actually, he did a marvelous job, and it's held up remarkably well.
Okay, so back to now, and you can imagine how much I don't want to get the stitches out. However, one of the stitches in the center is...uncomfortable, and it's making it difficult to sleep or even close my eyes for any length of time. So I am resigned to the fact that I need to get them out, and I went this morning (alone) to the doctor's office. I get there twenty minutes early (misjudged traffic) and they see me immediately. My doctor, the doctor who performed the surgery, is on vacation, so I get one of his partners, who then gets a very, very young doctor in there to remove the stitches. I was even more nervous, and then I realized that I was really feeling nauseated, which is very rare for me.
The removal of the stitches was more painful than the original stitches themselves, and I nearly passed out twice. In fact, I left, feeling nauseated and just overall sick, and did the grocery shopping on the way home kind of in a daze. I am now home, and I still feel pretty out of it. But the eyelid looks great. Now if I could just get the other eyelid to cooperate. They kind of work in tandem, and it's confused, and is much lower than it should be, because if I try to open the newly restored eyelid too far it hurts, and yeah.
I love life on the internet.
Aug. 16th, 2005 03:06 pmI am trying to find a fic on ffnet (yes, yes, I know, it's useless, but I have to try) and I came across a title in the HP section:
BECOME A POET!
Intrigued, I clicked on the link to the "story" and found this fascinating offer:
AUTHOR NOTE: This is not a story but a request for great poets.
So do you have a poem? Want it on the web? E-mail me your poem at and I will post your poem on the web under your name. The site it would be posted at is will be no stealing of poetry.
I wonder how many bits of the ToS it violates.
rofl! Somebody send that girl some Shakespeare.
And someone has already "reviewed", wondering if the author wants HP poetry or just poetry in general.
ETA: Another "masterpiece" on ffnet has an author's note that contains the line: I was bored. And I feel like I’m plagiarizing, ‘cause this really reminds me of something I’ve read, but I can’t for the life of me remember what.
BECOME A POET!
Intrigued, I clicked on the link to the "story" and found this fascinating offer:
AUTHOR NOTE: This is not a story but a request for great poets.
So do you have a poem? Want it on the web? E-mail me your poem at and I will post your poem on the web under your name. The site it would be posted at is will be no stealing of poetry.
I wonder how many bits of the ToS it violates.
rofl! Somebody send that girl some Shakespeare.
And someone has already "reviewed", wondering if the author wants HP poetry or just poetry in general.
ETA: Another "masterpiece" on ffnet has an author's note that contains the line: I was bored. And I feel like I’m plagiarizing, ‘cause this really reminds me of something I’ve read, but I can’t for the life of me remember what.