I had a wee bit of an operation this week.
Actually, it turned out to be a bigger deal than we initially thought, so I'm off work for a couple of weeks whilst I recover.
Whilst my big toe recovers, actually.
It's a bit strange, being off work for all this time, waiting for my big toe to get better. It sounds rather ridiculous when you put it like that.
So anyway, the operation was on Wednesday. General anaesthetic and all that. Fun and games and adventures in French hospitals which will surely be recounted on future episodes of the podcast.
Fast forward through a painful night (once the local anaesthetic they put on my foot wore off, I understood why the doctor thought it was hilarious that I argued about how much time off he was giving me) to Thursday morning.
I can't actually really walk right now, so at around 10am, I figure out how to shuffle/crawl/drag myself out from the bedroom to the lounge room and onto the couch, where I settle in to watch endless episodes of Gossip Girl, Mad Men, Dexter and Ugly Betty, as I drift in and out of sleep.
Then Symphony goes and vomits.
In the furtherest place possible yet still visible from the couch.
I lie on the couch, staring at the puddle of cat vomit, wondering if I can manage to hold out until Sylvain gets home from work and cleans it up.
Then I start feeling guilty about the fact that he's already put up with a lot of my drama already (ie. listening to me chatter incessantly whilst we wait for the surgeon who is 3 hours late in starting my procedure), AND the fact that the puddle of vomit is right at the front door and in Prime First Foot Position for walking in the door.
Eventually the guilt gets the better of me and (pausing Gossip Girl, of course, you can't imagine that I would let a moment of that drama unfold without being in front of the computer screen?) I drag myself around and clean up the messs.
Clearly she didn't get the memo about me Not Being Able To Walk At The Moment.
Or maybe she did, and she's just chosen my weakest moment to get back at me for buying Light Cat Food.
(Note: it's taken me a good few hours to write this entry, as I drift in and out of the cloudy-headedness that goes with happy pills! yay for the happy pills!)
Actually, it turned out to be a bigger deal than we initially thought, so I'm off work for a couple of weeks whilst I recover.
Whilst my big toe recovers, actually.
It's a bit strange, being off work for all this time, waiting for my big toe to get better. It sounds rather ridiculous when you put it like that.
So anyway, the operation was on Wednesday. General anaesthetic and all that. Fun and games and adventures in French hospitals which will surely be recounted on future episodes of the podcast.
Fast forward through a painful night (once the local anaesthetic they put on my foot wore off, I understood why the doctor thought it was hilarious that I argued about how much time off he was giving me) to Thursday morning.
I can't actually really walk right now, so at around 10am, I figure out how to shuffle/crawl/drag myself out from the bedroom to the lounge room and onto the couch, where I settle in to watch endless episodes of Gossip Girl, Mad Men, Dexter and Ugly Betty, as I drift in and out of sleep.
Then Symphony goes and vomits.
In the furtherest place possible yet still visible from the couch.
I lie on the couch, staring at the puddle of cat vomit, wondering if I can manage to hold out until Sylvain gets home from work and cleans it up.
Then I start feeling guilty about the fact that he's already put up with a lot of my drama already (ie. listening to me chatter incessantly whilst we wait for the surgeon who is 3 hours late in starting my procedure), AND the fact that the puddle of vomit is right at the front door and in Prime First Foot Position for walking in the door.
Eventually the guilt gets the better of me and (pausing Gossip Girl, of course, you can't imagine that I would let a moment of that drama unfold without being in front of the computer screen?) I drag myself around and clean up the messs.
Clearly she didn't get the memo about me Not Being Able To Walk At The Moment.
Or maybe she did, and she's just chosen my weakest moment to get back at me for buying Light Cat Food.
(Note: it's taken me a good few hours to write this entry, as I drift in and out of the cloudy-headedness that goes with happy pills! yay for the happy pills!)
Symphony didn't want you to forget that she is boss. That is why she picked the spot she did. Plus she wanted to see you try to walk. Certain breeds of cats are like that. Actually Burmese and Siamese are like that. They are too smart for their own good.
The drugs are good but don't don't get hooked on them. Rest is what your body needs right now. And MM loves you since he knows you chatter when you are nervous. But the question remains were you chattering in English or French? Or both?
Feel better soon.
Feel better soon! I hope you enjoy some time off of work!
~ Alissa (a faithful ((as of June)) K&K listener) :)