Let’s see… the frames of my glasses snapped, so I have to go see the local optometrist tomorrow. Jon and I also had a fight and it’s hotter than hell here, thus I’m dehydrated and crabby.
Let’s also just not talk about the scratches on my arms, OK?
Let’s see… the frames of my glasses snapped, so I have to go see the local optometrist tomorrow. Jon and I also had a fight and it’s hotter than hell here, thus I’m dehydrated and crabby.
Let’s also just not talk about the scratches on my arms, OK?
I’ve decided to participate in Blogathon 2005 and I’ve set up a special blog for it.
I’ll be raising funds for afghans for Afghans, a really wonderful group that collects knitted and crocheted items from the US and Canada and distributes them to needy kids and adults in central Asia.
I’ve been working through Boundaries by Cloud and Townsend and it’s been a really positive experience. Usually when I read psych stuff, I am either bored out of my mind or I start feeling guilty about being so screwed up. While there have been some convicting things said in this book, it has been really good for me overall. It has given me tools to deal with some of the junk that’s been happening in my life lately and it has also really helped my faith, as every point they make is grounded in Scripture.
So… you gotta read this book y’all!
While I’m recovering well, I am dealing with some depression. Basically, all the energy is going to heal the incisions on my stomach and not to maintaining my sanity. I’ve had a crappy 24 hours and I’m honestly feeling like the wet kitten in the “Don’t Tell Me What Kind of Day To Have!!!!!” posters.
Could y’all lift some prayers for me?
The dressing came off of one of my sutures yesterday so I actually got to see my incision. It basically just looks like a cut with 5 staples in it. I pondered the thought of taking a picture but decided against it because it would likely gross people out.
The suture in my navel is being really obnoxious so I’m seeing my P.A. about it in an hour. I figure that he’d probably *like* me to see him before I rip the sucker out myself.
I’m thinking that the idea to pierce my navel someday is not a good one?
**UPDATE**
They took my staples out. It was less painful than I thought it would be and I now have “steri strips” on my incisions. The adhesive is still fairly sticky so I’ll probably have blue fibers attached from my shirt. I got to see my navel for the first time in about a week and it’s pretty freaky looking. I’m not sure I’m going to have a career as a swimsuit or lingerie model but I can live with that.