Hi there everybody!
I wanted to post earlier this week, but as you may have inferred from the title of this post, I had my gallbladder removed and really, it’s not wise to blog while hopped up on painkillers.
I am feeling much better now. I think being able to shower and dress myself (except for socks, we’re not up to socks yet, but the day WILL come) has gone a long way in helping out in that department. No matter what else happens during the day, I find myself stopping and saying, “But at least I’m wearing pants!” or “That sucks, but no matter, my hair is clean.”
In my blissful ignorance of what my life post-surgery would be like, I assumed I’d be lounging about all day and using those work-free hours to basically put my NaNoWriMo output to shame.
OMG, my incisions hurt from laughing so hard.
You see, I don’t know about you, but my brain totally does not function while under the influence of medications. If you’d said, “Hey, I think your next book would be awesome if you changed your main character from a teenage girl to a grumpy, sex-starved unicorn with carbuncles,” I would have been like, “Oh yeah, that sounds awesome. I should totally do that!”
And then where would I be?
More importantly, where would my manuscript be? *cue the sparkly fairies and magic mushrooms*
So, I spent last week lazing about in bed, wishing I could roll onto my side, and mostly not thinking about my book. Which, given the amazing failures in logic I demonstrated related to the simplest things, was probably a good thing. Now that I’m feeling better (well, not better better, but no longer under the cloud of meds better) I am looking forward to tackling the last of my outlining.
In the end, the writing time I will gain from being off work will likely only balance out what I would have accomplished during my week of medically-induced bliss, BUT I will also be able to eat roast beef and Yorkshire pudding again.
And that, folks, is what this surgery was all about.