life

My BFF came and spent the weekend with me. Poor girl got to do nothing fun. I know she is low maintenance and had 0 problem just bumming, I just feel like I need to  be super host and entertain those who have spent time and dinero to visit. I was for sure NOT super host. Super host would not say “let’s have Totitnos for dinner Friday”, SH would have MADE dinner for her friend to show off her culinary skillz. Super host fail.

This recovery is all sorts of inconvenient.

Speaking of which, where the hell is everyone? You guys know I’m not dead, right? If you can tolerate some crutches, invite me places again! All I do is sit around or lie around and I am b-o-r-e-d. Come over, invite me somewhere, I don’t give a what what, but please start acting like we know each other again. If I get one more get well card from BRAD’s friends and no more calls from my own friends, I might have to turn to crime. I watch a lot of court TV, so I have a lot of great ideas. Though, I have always wanted to tag a highway sign, so maybe I’ll start there.

I get great parking…and it’s freeeeee…

As for my recovery. It’s taking its sweet time. It would help a lot of my incision site didn’t have a rash that itched in an ungodly way. Otherwise the drugs seem to be managing stuff. Except my sleep. Ambien is starting to go weak on me and it’s taking like, 20 mg + Benadryl to keep me knocked out all night. So I am lacking sleep. I feel like I have a newborn, except I don’t. Thank goodness! What would I do with a baby right now? Baby cage, I guess.