So, although I am feeling about a thousand percent better in every way, a 4-hour shopping trip to Canada and a decongestant can still slap me right onto the office futon. Note the protector cat, who has somehow understood that I am under internal repair, and must lay with some part of his body on the wound. This actually feels very nice because it keeps it warm. When the surgeon takes the stitches out next week, he is bound to pull a few Boo hairs out too, I'm sure.
After ten years of having little itchy sores on my head, I discovered yesterday there are none. No red spots, no flaky skin anywhere, no reddened places. Gone.
There's still this odd feeling, even when Boo isn't laying on the wound, like a hand is on the front of my throat, pressing firmly down. It's not painful at all, but certainly weird, like when you wake in the dark of night and someone is definitely pressing down the front of your throat. I'm sure it has something to do with the cut muscles healing and the nerves mending and everything in there finding a new empty spot to settle into, but it's a weird, weird feeling.
I'm taking my chest plate, gorget, and helm with me to the surgeon's to ask where to pad the surgery and when I can go back to fighting in armor. Yes, armor. Pics to come. Even middle-aged Quaker ladies can enjoy a good martial arts workout, and it does take the edge off one's anger at the world.
Thanks to the Husband, who took the nifty picture, and takes such very good care of me.
It was good meeting you and I'm glad that you're on the mend.
Posted by: wendy | January 07, 2008 at 10:34 AM
Thanks for all the buttons, I have used some of them already. Interestinge xtras as well. I hope you have received what I sent back to you!
Feel better and give Boo a nice skritch behind the ears!
Posted by: Shelley | January 13, 2008 at 11:07 AM
there's nothing like the love of an animal.
Posted by: Lucy | July 28, 2009 at 06:09 PM