Showing posts with label BackSurgery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BackSurgery. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2009

What've you been up to?

So I'm now Twitter's bitch. I text updates ALL the damn time. I love it. Me and Twitter are gettin maaaaaarried...

Had another (and hopefully my last) back procedure done on Tuesday. Didn't swear at my doc nearly as much. I actually tried really hard not to swear at all. They got my IV in on the first stick, totally awesome! The Drugs actually knocked me out, but not before the unholy pain of "checking the nerve endings..." My doc gives me like 6 shots of lidocane, while I'm muttering curses under my breathe the whole time. But they weren't loud ones, so it's ok right? Then they put the grounding pad on my calve and the tech's talking some shit, so I tell the Dr he should smack him. The Dr does not hear me correctly, and says "What? Did you say just smack it?!?!" as he stands at the ass end of me. I quickly correct him, but the tech escapes the pimp slap... Then the needles are inserted at the 4 nerves of shittiness, and the machine is fired up. First nerve I'm muttering under my breathe and Dr hysterical is saying "What's my name?" I say no. Nerve number 2 is up and he says "Come on, say my name..." This guy is a fool but I find him hilarious thru the pain and drugs that will come soon. Nerve number 2 hurts like a little bitch so I say "OMFG!!!" Which the Dr of course hears and gloats to all the nurses and techs that I called him God. As I swear thru the "testing" of nerves 3 and 4 he keeps talking (He must think he distracts from the pain. Not so much Mr Dr guy...) about "God huh? No... I'm not a God... I'm just a Dr..." Fool. Then the nurse pumps the drugs into my sweet one-stick-IV and I think, "Hmmmm, my head's getting fuzzy..." And then I wake up in recovery. Nice.

I celebrated my birthday 6 June and it was fucking insane. Remind me to post on that another day, and I have pictures. Oh it will be awesome.

I got all drugged up Wednesday and ordered a Bamboo Fun Pen Tablet. With overnight shipping of course. My new toy arrived yesterday and it's fucking BOMB! I installed the software that came with it (COREL PAINTER 4 is fucking sweet action), but was able to use the software for like 2 seconds and haven't been able to get back into it since. BUT while I was in it, I made a couple of sweet works of art that I will now share with you fine people. Prepare to be blown away:

First Picture. My buddy Crossbow was riding my ass to send her a picture, and my drugged out brain came up with this.

Second Picture I was hella hungry. It did result in Crossbow bringing me some food though, so I'm good with that.

I could no longer get into my sweet Corel Painter, and turned to MS Paint. Don't hate on my mad skillz yo.

P.S. Fuck Kanser kiddies!

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Wicked Bored

Got my back done again Thursday. Off work for a bit. Wicked bored. So tired of laying on my back (ha! That sounds way more dirty and fun that it really has been), so tired of Vicodin.

Bruises all over my hands and back. I told them and told them that I'm a hard stick... Tied my old record of 7 sticks to get the IV in. Swore at my Dr a LOT. ("Mother fucking mother fucker that hurts. Why would you want this for a job?? What the hell's wrong with you man?") Flirted with the cute nurse a lot... Swore more at the Dr. ("You're not cool anymore man, I don't like you." Dr starts singing "Why can't we be friends..." I say "Because you're fucking hurting me dude." He tells me the nurse will be my friend in a minute when she hooks me up with the good drugs. I reply that the nurse and I will go out for a beer after this, but he's not invited.) That office causes me the most pain of any in that hospital, but they are totally the most fun. Thus I have been back 4 times. I just can't stay away.

Drove the last 40 minutes to my house after my procedure cuz my friend sucks that much/cuz I'm that hardcore.

Lolo is driving me batshit crazy cuz she thinks "Mommy's home specifically to play with me!!!!" Her sitting on my shoulder squeaking an annoying as hell toy in my ear is not what I'm assuming my Dr had in mind when he ordered me to bedrest.

I'm fucking going out of my mind with boredom. You've probably been the recipient of many random texts or phone calls. Yeah... Those aren't stopping anytime soon. Sorry bout that.

My roomie hasn't come home yet... I think he's starting to avoid me...

Went to Texas a week or two ago for the medical thing. No love. Got drunk in Texas with some cops who were cool as fuck. Realized Texas is NOT the place to be when a sushi craving strikes. (PS, anyone else miss Sushi the Mermaid??) Had an encounter with a freakishly aggressive cougar. Like seriously aggressive. Like, dedicating overly suggestive Karaoke songs to me aggressive.

I'll be moving home to Washington in a couple months prolly, I'll let you know when I have a date for sure.