leiru13

oh my.

I just had my father fix one of the scars on my wrist... it had been bothering me. I took some massive preemptive narcotics and they just kicked in. As many surgeries as I have had, I still cringe at the touch of a scalpel. I'm guessing I have had almost 30 surgeries of some sort or another by now. This is perhaps the third time my father has operated on me, and I wouldn't have asked, but I can't afford to have someone else do it. I'm fairly sure Dad isn't going to charge me.

So, now there will be a new scar on my arm. I have so many. I think scars can be very interesting. Every one of mine has a story, even though most are from surgeries.

The cat is trying to lick my face and I am trying to stop her. I like the cat but she is pushy.

Things are going better now, my father is much happier today and everyone in the office is holding me responsible. They are bribing me excessively to come stay and work for the next several months. Today, I had a mid day facial, massage and accupressure treatment. Then there was a pizza waiting at my desk when I got done with that. Monday, office funds are paying for me to see a professional masseuse. Gee, I wish that there were other jobs offering me such benefit packages, perhaps ones not based in such horrible climates.