So I'm going to continuously procrastinate my sum up of my week in the hospital. I've convinced myself that if I write more journal posts (in general...I don't just mean on this site) then time won't pass as quickly...or at least it won't leave with big gaps in my memory where it seems like three or four things happened in the span of an entire year.
Of course, I am only gradually putting this plan into action.
In any case, I basically just spent a week reading, sleeping, and making cute nurses fall in love with me. I finished "Blindness" by Jose Saramago. Very neat book, read it off a couple recommendations from the lit club group, but not the kind I'd find myself easily recommending to people. I also breezed through Animal Farm. I was like the only kid who never had to read it in school. Wow that was a good book, and it's seemingly applicable to every corrupt major world power government I can think of (most glaring to me, obviously, the current one...).
Sent home Monday, Tuesday I went out with friends but just feel out of place/ somewhat physically ill. Also, I've got an oxycontin scrip for a few weeks, so I'm by different turns uncomfortable and/or overly spacey wherever I am. At least I won't make the same mistakes as last time I got out of the hospital (shrooming after less than a week is not recommended). The surgery was succesful though, which conflicts with my undying pessimism and makes for an easy cheer up.
I've got this tube suctiony rubber thing hanging out of me though, sucking out blood from where the surgery was...its not too bad, just...you know...really gross. Get that out next friday.
So in summary: everything's cool, just feeling icky right now...like I've gotta walk around with wet socks and sticky ice cream hands for a week and a half.
It's not even July yet, though, and I thought my entire summer was going to be cashed after surgery. I'll be hitting up the jersey shore mad fast soon.
Of course, I am only gradually putting this plan into action.
In any case, I basically just spent a week reading, sleeping, and making cute nurses fall in love with me. I finished "Blindness" by Jose Saramago. Very neat book, read it off a couple recommendations from the lit club group, but not the kind I'd find myself easily recommending to people. I also breezed through Animal Farm. I was like the only kid who never had to read it in school. Wow that was a good book, and it's seemingly applicable to every corrupt major world power government I can think of (most glaring to me, obviously, the current one...).
Sent home Monday, Tuesday I went out with friends but just feel out of place/ somewhat physically ill. Also, I've got an oxycontin scrip for a few weeks, so I'm by different turns uncomfortable and/or overly spacey wherever I am. At least I won't make the same mistakes as last time I got out of the hospital (shrooming after less than a week is not recommended). The surgery was succesful though, which conflicts with my undying pessimism and makes for an easy cheer up.
I've got this tube suctiony rubber thing hanging out of me though, sucking out blood from where the surgery was...its not too bad, just...you know...really gross. Get that out next friday.
So in summary: everything's cool, just feeling icky right now...like I've gotta walk around with wet socks and sticky ice cream hands for a week and a half.
It's not even July yet, though, and I thought my entire summer was going to be cashed after surgery. I'll be hitting up the jersey shore mad fast soon.