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This week has passed mega slowly because of surgery recovery and that meaning I basically have had to stay indoors the whole time.



I mean, the first couple of days I was definitely sore and tired and mostly slept. I handled food a lot earlier than expected though. :V V:



However, I'm supposed to avoid physical exertion-- even from household chores!-- for two weeks because my heart will not be able to handle it well. I normally walk all over the place and there's nothing immediately next to the apartment except the train, so I'm not really allowed to do anything outside, although I was easily able to get to the first pre-op checkup since the train was no trouble to get to.



You would think being free of household chores would be great except my room mate is really busy so there's barely any dishes to use and I can't wash them myself to get the sink cleared out, and I'm often rather hungry because we're low on food and he's not really thinking about it because he eats out when at work and eats basically nothing at home, and I can't really cook anything for myself either, let alone get groceries. :V V: Never in my life have I wanted to do dishes so much lol.



At least I can manage like a bowl and a spoon so I can have soup (miso paste + water from the hot water maker, some seaweed to garnish) and tea (again, hot water maker) all day.



I went to the store yesterday to pick up some bandages I needed (it was a bit of an emergency so I couldn't wait until my room mate was home and could drive us) and I felt nauseous afterwards, because of the exertion. :V V: Doc ain't joking, sheesh. It was like a half mile walk each way. that's fucking nothing and I can't even do that right now. gaah.



Today I am happy because I managed to wash my hair and braid it myself-- arm movement has been restricted but it's getting easier now so I was able to reach my scalp and I managed to braid my hair by pulling it over my head lol. So kinda a messy braid but who cares, it's out of the way and that's what counts. I got this wild curly hair that never behaves, never stays put, etc. My hair's thinning and I still have an undercut because there's so much of it. So even with just hair on the top of my head, even with it thinning, I have a good sized braid. Sheesh. Well, you know. I am glad for it now a days with the thinning lol.



I guess for most guys it would be a moot point because usually people shear their head if male, but I never liked that? I believe in long hair. I believe in long hair even if your hair is thinning. There's no shame in that. It happens.



Well, a rotten cat is getting into my shit now so I suppose I should get off the computer. He's being sweet and sitting on my lap, but then he gets bored if I stop petting him (say, to type) and starts oozing over my hands to reach the apparently delectable items further on my desk like... a string, a coaster, a cable, basically whatever he can put a paw on. He usually tries to eat whatever he grabs. So in the interest of protecting my items from being chewed up by an oversized cat...

My wrist got better, but then I was kind of an idiot yesterday and tried to use a rolling chair to stand on while putting something up near the ceiling. Usually I pull this off without issue but I was distracted by talking to my room mate, and I shifted my weight wrong (I knew it as I did it...) and then I fell. Thank goodness things seem to go in slow motion in that sort of instance and I was able to just kinda put my foot here, and the other there, and my hand over there and so then my fall across two chairs and then the floor wasn't so bad. Coulda broke my nose lol but it's totally fine. It's just two fingers on my hand that hurt and they're doing better pretty quickly since I still have some salve left over from my wrist. Herbal shit, very good stuff. Got it from the herbalist so I can't really recommend it from the store, sorry. It's like arnica and wintergreen and cayenne and frankincense and myrrh and shit. I can type already! As evidenced.



BUT on Thursday I need to have an operation so I'll be MIA for a while lol. It's nothing bad, minimally invasive, but surgery is surgery so I'm going to be laid up in bed for a while drinking tea and broths. And keeping my room closed off to cats so they don't come in here and try to step all over my stitches and shit or eat bandages, which is reportedly what my cat Jim did to my room mate after he came home from his appendectomy over the holiday! What a rotter! We joke that Jim belongs in the garbage (you are what you eat, after all). It's a shame because he's a big, beautiful cat. Everyone is so taken by him. He's almost entirely black save for a little strip of white on his tum, he's got big, almost perfectly round and golden eyes, large ears (but not too large), and he's built big with giant paws. He's friendly and holds himself like a large dog. However, he makes crablet/crab baby noises (not baby crab, crab baby), as well as an assortment of puppy whines. He'll grab people when they walk past his favorite chair, he'll try to pull you out of your chair if he wants to play, etc. And like I said before, he tries to eat garbage. He'll gobble up bandaids while they're on your person!



There's also two other cats, one of mine, "Uschi," and my room mate's cat, "Leaf" (aka Ewee). Uschi lives a terrible, tortured existence and might have a MySpace account. She hates AFI and prefers listening to books on tape (as we discovered on the move down from Ohio to Georgia. We'd had LotR on tape to listen to, got bored of that after a while and Milo was like, "I'll put on this band I like since you've never heard them," and then Uschi (who was pointedly ignoring me to this point) started yelling (while still refusing to face us) until we switched it off and found some almost classical instrumental music instead. :V ). Uschi won't come to people for attention but also acts like everyone hates her. Leaf on the other hand is skittish and likes to have things a certain way or else. Else usually being she argues, menacingly scratches her scratching post, etc. Holy shit the arguments between me and her over breakfast.



Milo finally gave up and said she should be fed in his room if this is how she's gonna be about it. I wanted her to eat in the living room at least, while Jim and Uschi eat in the kitchen, but Leaf has been adamant about wanting her breakfast in Milo's room and no where else, even refusing to eat breakfast if that's what it took. She'll just yell from under Milo's bed. I'm like, "C'mon ewee, come get your breakfast, you have to eat it out here" and she's like, "AAAAAAAAAAA." She'll come to the door way to get my attention, then bolt backwards and scramble under the bed. She'd even tried coming to the plate when I held it out... then slowly walking backwards to lead me into the room. :V One morning she refused to say anything, didn't show hide nor hair, and just glared from under the bed. Even when I left her plate in the room she wouldn't touch it. Then she came out when Milo got home from work and shrieked about with lots of hopping and tail thumping because she was so mad.



All three of these cats are likely to attempt walking on me, even if Leaf usually treats me like I'm the devil (no joke, one time Milo was playing these recordings people made of these mysterious, horrible noises in their towns. Leaf was sitting with him and very upset about this, and then she leaned over to look at me, who was sitting on the opposite side, as if to figure out how/why I was doing this. She thinks I'm the root of all bad things). To be fair, I have done many things that badly upset her, like washing poop out of her fur, or attempting to brush her fur so she'd have fewer mats, etc. She's a long haired cat but doesn't usually groom herself... One time puke was in her tail. She made a point of not washing it out. So she's also known as Ol Puke Tail. Jim is known occasionally as Ol Poop Foot because of the time he got a turd smashed into his paw and decided to walk around all casual anyway, including on our bed (while occasionally shaking his foot around). This incident is referred to as the Legend of Poop Foot.



Cats are so awful. Oh man, though, Milo's gonna have to feed them breakfast for a few weeks... And if there's any poop butt incidents I won't be able to help. He's like.. helpless because he's scared of upsetting his cat, but at the same time, she'll have shit smeared all through her fur and needs to be bathed, and yeah she will try to hurt you in the process. Plus if he has to wash her, she's gonna act like she's been betrayed. It's supposed to be me who's mean to her, not her dad!