Drug-Induced Blathering

My apologies to all who have sent well-wishes and such my way, and they would appear to go unacknowledged. That's not the case. My day brightens when I get a text from someone, or someone stops by. It's nice to know that people think of me, even if I might be in too much of a fog to reply.

As of late, me and my new little Percocet friends have been playing post-op games. Our most favorite being "Naptime" in which I take my meds as prescribed, and then go sleep for half a day. Get up, pee, repeat. Sometimes, Flexaril will join in the festivities.

Let's face it...when you have a bad wheel, there's not a lot you can do other than sleep. It's kind of depressing, actually.

My least favorite post-op game is called "Constipated". That one is not too hard to figure out.

After my surgery, I felt well enough to walk around the house without the crutches. I rejoiced in knowing my knee was fixed, and other than the extreme nausea, it was all cake. I even got two loads of laundry done!

Unfortunately, I forgot that the post-anesthesia euphoria was short-lived, and I woke up with a stiff, painful knee. So, it was back to the crutches. I spent an entire day trying to get my leg to bend 30 degrees.

I was able to shower 48 hours after surgery, and while trying to do it while standing on one leg was a challenge, washing my hair was a near-orgasmic experience. I felt NASTY.

As the days have gone by, so have the Percocets. I've managed to somewhat retire the crutches and am gimping around the house unassisted. I've been doing some of the exercises I remember from my physical therapy days, and the strength is returning to my leg. I wrap and re-wrap the knee in the bandages, pile ice bags on it, and avoid resting my leg on pillows like the doctor instructed me. I'm nowhere near 100%, but I'm getting there slowly. My knee is incredibly swollen and bruised, but I can already notice a difference for the better.

However, with the lack of activity in my life, I've been on the grumpy side, and I did snap at Brother for something really stupid. Hopefully, he understands that this is all residual of surgery, and things will return to normal in a month or so. Say, when I get my life back.

Mr. Recommendation and I have been talking, and we are ready to start work on the house again. Actually, he would do most of the work, and I would write the checks to Lowes and Home Depot. I'm pretty excited about my tentative projects, mainly being all three bathrooms and some kitchen stuff. I suspect tomorrow will be the first salvo of my new bathroom campaign.

Still talking to my old friend (of whom I will refer to as Legal Beagle on this blog). I've been sort of feeling down lately, and he inadvertently reminded me that I'm a fierce, sexy woman that possesses the ability to drive men wild. Granted he is a lawyer, and lawyers are specially trained to say all the right things at the right times, it was nice to hear. Usually, guys crawl over me to get to whomever is sitting beside me, but in my own special way, I am also a force of nature. Sensual and tough. Witty and sexy. Princess Diana in public and Carmen Luvana behind closed doors.

It's how I roll.

And if some guys out there can't see that, then that is their loss. While I may appear invisible to some, I'm a beacon to others...and I shouldn't blame myself because some guy is a dumbass and wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slapped him upside the head with a dead salmon.

As for Legal Beagle and myself...we're still just talking. Mostly just talking about how awesome it was when we were dating three years ago. He's seeing someone else right now, but it's nothing serious (or so he tells me). I'd like to hope that maybe there is a second chance on yonder horizon. The only reason we stopped seeing each other in the first place was because of the time demands of his new job, not to mention he just wasn't ready to go straight into a serious relationship after being freshly divorced. I'm not pinning my hopes on anything, but rather just taking things as they come. I can only worry about the things I can control, and there are plenty of those things to keep me occupied for a while.

Besides, the conversations keep me pretty happy for the time being. And I'm pretty content knowing that I still haunt his dreams. Not too many women can claim to affect a guy like that. I, however, have it in spades.

I'm starting to feel the meds kick in, so armed with my ice bag, I shall go to bed.