1. I am a terrible speller.
2. I have had the worst spring ever. Just a lot of things combined to make it positively horrid. I'm hoping for a better summer, but it doesn't look promising. Some days there just aren't enough drugs to make things look better.
3. I hate blue eyeshadow. I try to wear it--navy, not baby--and it always looks like hell. Boo hiss on blue.
4. I just bought two new lispsticks--that long wear Cover Girl stuff-- and two new tubes of mascara--one regular Lash Blast and another waterproof Lash Something or Other. These are the only Cover Girl products I would ever buy. I have bad memories of everything CG smelling like Noxema, so I have an aversion. I wear a lot of L'Oreal and Milani lately with just a touch of Tarte.
5. I have a callous on the bottom of my foot that is driving me infuckingsane. How do I get rid of this? I've never had one before. I'm guessing it's from wearing high heels so much.
6. I have recently discovered how to email from my cell phone. How did I not know this was possible? I love it.
Am not tagging anyone yet---will go back and do that in a bit.
Labels: makeup, meme, narcotics, rant, who doesn't love a list
This was taken on December 29, so I still had stitches and quite a bit of swelling around the actual knot. It looks less scabby now and the bruising that you can sort of see on the lower right and swelling that is all around the top left are gone. Homer is much more red now for some reason (I suppose because of all the blood that's under there?) and is mushier sometimes. Other times, he's rock-hard and really sore. 
The ortho says that it can take two weeks (which would be Thursday) or so to diminish. I can't imagine how it will be gone by then.
Homer is my body's way of reacting to the removal of a Baker's cyst that was evidently quite large. I had six stiches to close the incision, and that is, from all I've been told, a big ass incision for a Baker's cyst. Lucky me, right? The only upside is the lovely Demerol. I'm down to one dose a day now--just at night or after lots of walking and bending. Sitting at my desk all day today really did a number on him--Homer doesn't like being crushed when I cross my legs or sit with them bent, but he likes to wait and remind me of that two or three hours later when he grips my leg in paralyzing spasms and throbbing pain when I walk. He calls in all his fluid friends and they have a party around my kneecap. Good times, good times...I just invite Demerol and plant myself on the couch.
Now, admit it--you came to the blog purely out of morbid curiousity. Reveal yourself in the comments if you aren't too grossed out by the image.
Labels: narcotics, pain in general, pictures, whine
misc. thing spewing from my brain
6 Comments Published by Kimmah on Sunday, July 01, 2007 at 9:49 PM.
- my recovery from this surgery has been ridiculously easy--i feel sort of stupid even saying i've had surgery because there is really not that much pain or swelling. i've used crutches only once so far and that was after PT. i'm still bruised, the teeniest bit swollen, and stiff, but really, nothing bad. i took a pain pill tonight because for some reason i thought it made sense to wear 3+inch wedge heels to dinner (probably would have been okay) and then to wal mart. achey, but still not horrible. and the meds dull the pain, yes they do.
- wtf is the point of a skort exactly? i bought one tonight because it was cute and almost knee-length (i have thigh issues) and i thought it was a good alternative to wearing shorts for inservice and the like, but i'm really confused. why the shorts-under-a-skirt? you can't even see the shorts part (i wouldn't have bought it if you could). the front and the back look like a skirt..see here:
see? no visible skort markings on the front and none on the back, either. just random shorts underneath. WHY? i guess i can climb a ladder when at work without fear of flashing. - i'm going to meet with a trainer at the Y tomorrow (was supposed to go friday, but rescheduled it) and i'm determined to take what he says and turn it into my july-obsession.
- i find that i enjoy britain's next top model much more than i do the american version...and i just realized that the presenter (i have no clue what her name is) sounds just like my one of my favorite chicks from the bbc's version of trading spaces--changing rooms. i can't remember her name either--the blonde one who also does home invaders or what every that show is.
- i really like lush's aqua marine face cleanser. a lot. i'm almost done with my sample and i shudder to think how much that's going to set me back when i get ready to purchase a full-sized portion. *shakes imaginary fist at frisque and other lushies for piquing my interest*.
- getting and maintaining a tan takes far more effort than i really ever want to put into my appearance. ditto with getting defined arm muscles, come to think of it.
- i wore a white headband swimming yesterday and when i came home and took it off, it had red blotches on it from my hair color. that is troublesome, to say the least. guess i'll be coloring on a more regular basis during chlorine season, eh?
- o'charley's has the best damn fried mozzerella that i've had. it's expensive, yet worth it. the rest of their menu? not so much.
- i'm going to spearhead 'family yardwork day' in the morning. it should be a real sight to behold. oy.
- blogger offers up 'scooters' as a sample label title--are there really THAT many people who would use a "scooter' category?
- lucy, the blonde chick, just won bntm on my dvr. in case you care. she beat edwina. i'm so glad that my name is not edwina. or lucy for that matter.
Labels: hair stuff, narcotics, pain in general, physical exertion, ramble, television, who doesn't love a list
