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annathepiperI'm starting to get to that stage of recovery where I get up in the morning feeling mostly normal, feel like I can do a lot of stuff as per normal through the course of the day, find my attention wandering a lot, fritter the morning away, and then finally try to haul myself together enough to do something. I expect that in a little while I will be crashing for the afternoon nap, but until then, I hope to at least get an LJ post out, a few bills paid, the mail checked, and a word or two written.
My weight waffled back up a couple of pounds, but this seems to be in the normal course of fluctuation rather than anything related to the surgery. I've been hovering around the same weight I had before the surgery, which interests me since last year I had a big drop that I had attributed to system shock. Apparently my system is not quite so shocked this time around. I'm good with that.
I'm hoping to maybe walk to the bottom of the hill and back today. That's about a mile, and I could go to the mini grocery store and get Gatorade to help power me on the way back up the hill. It's either that, or treadmill. I want to do at least some form of exercise today, to try to get back into the swing of things. Of course, Thursday![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solarbird and I go to CascadiaCon, and I don't know yet what sort of exercise facilities they will have at the hotel, but hopefully there will be something.
I did actually write last night, which pleases me, even if it was less than two hundred words. Slowly, although plagued with an erratic attention span even now, my brain is coming back online. Minimal Percocet is helping with that; my throat has surprisingly not hurt much over the last couple of days. Mostly I've just been feeling the presence of the stitches, and getting a little queasy if I get too active.
It all gets put into perspective, though, when I listen to the radio reports and read the online news reports about Hurricane Katrina. I'm worried as hell about all the folks down there, because even though the hurricane itself didn't turn out to be quite the behemoth that was feared, it still packed a wallop. And all the post-hurricane flooding promises to be an even harder punch to the region. I'm also deeply concerned about what more might be on the horizon--I mean, hurricane season lasts until November. I very much hope that Katrina was the biggest beast this season had on the agenda. I'm not normally the praying type, but I do have a mental ping out to whatever Powers May Be that Katrina doesn't have a nasty brother or sister planning to follow her act.
To steal a phrase from a friend ofkathrynt, it definitely puts all my recent adventures into the category of "petty First World problems" and makes me grateful that all I need to deal with is getting stitches out of my throat and taking Synthroid. Beats the hell out of having one's city effectively destroyed and facing the prospect of being without power or other utilities, not to mention a home, for the next many weeks.
Days without a rejection letter from Luna: 96
Days without a rejection letter from Nadia Cornier: 78
Monday miles: 0.2
Miles out of Hobbiton: 321.9
Miles to Rivendell: 136.1
My weight waffled back up a couple of pounds, but this seems to be in the normal course of fluctuation rather than anything related to the surgery. I've been hovering around the same weight I had before the surgery, which interests me since last year I had a big drop that I had attributed to system shock. Apparently my system is not quite so shocked this time around. I'm good with that.
I'm hoping to maybe walk to the bottom of the hill and back today. That's about a mile, and I could go to the mini grocery store and get Gatorade to help power me on the way back up the hill. It's either that, or treadmill. I want to do at least some form of exercise today, to try to get back into the swing of things. Of course, Thursday
solarbird and I go to CascadiaCon, and I don't know yet what sort of exercise facilities they will have at the hotel, but hopefully there will be something.I did actually write last night, which pleases me, even if it was less than two hundred words. Slowly, although plagued with an erratic attention span even now, my brain is coming back online. Minimal Percocet is helping with that; my throat has surprisingly not hurt much over the last couple of days. Mostly I've just been feeling the presence of the stitches, and getting a little queasy if I get too active.
It all gets put into perspective, though, when I listen to the radio reports and read the online news reports about Hurricane Katrina. I'm worried as hell about all the folks down there, because even though the hurricane itself didn't turn out to be quite the behemoth that was feared, it still packed a wallop. And all the post-hurricane flooding promises to be an even harder punch to the region. I'm also deeply concerned about what more might be on the horizon--I mean, hurricane season lasts until November. I very much hope that Katrina was the biggest beast this season had on the agenda. I'm not normally the praying type, but I do have a mental ping out to whatever Powers May Be that Katrina doesn't have a nasty brother or sister planning to follow her act.
To steal a phrase from a friend of
kathrynt, it definitely puts all my recent adventures into the category of "petty First World problems" and makes me grateful that all I need to deal with is getting stitches out of my throat and taking Synthroid. Beats the hell out of having one's city effectively destroyed and facing the prospect of being without power or other utilities, not to mention a home, for the next many weeks.Days without a rejection letter from Luna: 96
Days without a rejection letter from Nadia Cornier: 78
Monday miles: 0.2
Miles out of Hobbiton: 321.9
Miles to Rivendell: 136.1
