Mixed Moss

Hello, all.

Perhaps you knew or perhaps you didn’t, I’m a survivor.

I have officially survived all of my finals, and surgery, both within a week. Since then I have been doped up on percadan (a very very strong painkiller, I like it, I like it a lot, nice percadan, my little friend…can you tell I’m doped up yet?) and lots of antibiotics.

Here’s what it looked like:

Last Friday: Finance Final and start Economic Geography Paper, which is an enourmous research paper I’ve been getting sources and for and researching for two thirds of the quarter. Informal Inistiation for my sorority.

Last Saturday: Study for other finals and work on Economic Geography Paper. Clean entire house with one of my roomies, Kendra, in preparation for Formal Initiation, with formal reception to follow.

Last Sunday: Study for other finals and finish that dratted paper.

Last Monday: Take two finals and go to work for four hours.

Last Tuesday: Take three finals. Stay up half the night packing and getting nervous. Not allowed to have any food or drink after midnight. Must be at the hospital by 7 am; thankfully it is right up the road.

Last Wednesday: Got surgery on my foot. Don’t actually remember much except that there were brightly-colored little victorian-style shoes all over my surgeon’s poofy scrub-style cap. No, actually I was pretty perky that afternoon but the next day I felt as though I’d been hit by a truck. Or at least, as though my foot had. Nice pecrodan.

At any rate I’ve been feeling rather odd since then. Mom says I’ve been a trooper but I think that’s just her trying to be nice in the hopes that I’ll take a hint and become a trooper. In spiritual circles that’s called “Calling out something you see in someone” and is, from what I can tell, a well-known development technique for people trying to mentor recalcitrant or unprincipled disciples. As far as I can tell I’ve been self-centered, demanding, and rather ungrateful–bordering on the manipulative at times actually. I can’t do anythng for myself and this is a perennial frustration. It makes me rather demanding and bull-headed.

My stomach hurts almost all the time, and I have these weird spells where I get hot and dizzy, then nauseous (I threw up twice the first day but haven’t since then), and then wind the performance by falling asleep for between ten and twenty minutes. This happens about once an hour, and if it happens when I have to use the restroom or get up for some other reason, watch out!

I have a special boot I have to wear over top of my bandage whenever my foot touches the floor (which, mind you, is only when I get up to use the restroom or eat. No other reason) and even when I wear it I am allowed to put weight on the heel of my foot only. Of course they neglected to tell me that I would not want to get up because I would not want to put any weight on it: it hurts like all gang-busters when I do. This explains why I haven’t been blogging or emailing anyone. The rest of the time I am meant to be flat on my back with my foot propped up on pillows at least six inches above my heart.

I’ve been through most of the good DVDs in my parents’ collection so far and am about to start in on Christmas movies. Last night my sister and my Dad put the lights on the Christmas Tree and this morning it snowed (my little sister, who is only littler than my in the figurative sense, helped me hop outside on my crutches for a moment so I could catch a snowflake on my tongue– they were the big fluffy kind that don’t accumulate but look very nice on the way down at any rate), so now it feels like it I can watch White Christmas and there might actually be one, ya know?

I hope everyone else is doing better than me and has a good break from school (if you’re in school).

Feeling dizzy again so I’m going back to the couch!

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