May 10th, 2010

big hairy deal

Day 8

Well, here we are. The surface area of my face that continues to be swollen and to hurt is just a bit less -- but it has stubbornly decided to be just as miserable in its smaller area as it was at its maximum extent. Deanne doesn't think that I have a splint aside my nose, that the doctor was crossing that out, not underlining it, on the post-op instructions. In that case, my remaining discomfort is not from the turbinectomy or the chip taken out of my septum, but probably wholly from the cyst that resided in my right sinus for over ten years. That probably took a lot of scraping to get out through little telescopes, and may take several more days before things start to feel really right there.

But on the other hand, there is little discharge or nastiness to be accompanied with the shaving down of my nose innards. In fact, that gets just a little easier to deal with every day, though getting used to doing "salt water irrigation" is not something that I ever wanted to say I could do. (For those having a hard time comprehending what "salt water irrigation" is, all I can say is that it's a form of self-induced waterboarding. Now, try to get that image out of your mind.)

Meanwhile, I was up till almost 2:30 this morning. Had insomnia the night before, and last night just wasn't sleepy till half past gawdawful. This is what comes of having nothing to do but rest. You risk getting your days and nights mixed up. On the other hand, I got up just before 6:30, because my body didn't want to stay in bed any more. Summer approaches, and the sun knows it's time to be up. This is a good thing. I can always nap later, and getting up early makes it easier (I hope) to get my sleep schedule back in order.

The Big Adventure for today is driving my car the block and a half to the Shell station to gas up. That's close enough that there's no real risk, and we'll see how I handle a car after a week of non-driving and slow recovery.


Why did the turtle cross the road?
To get to the Shell station.

What religion was the turtle?
Hard shell Baptist.


Oh, please

I was reading a political post from a major journal of opinion (could have been on religion, though, or any number of other subjects). Its meta-argument could be summed up as:
Of course, I'm obviously on your side and always have been, but it's a pity you're so uncultured and don't know anything, and can't see that the path of true [fill in your cause] is really this stuff you've foolishly been complaining about, and did you notice how brilliant I was?

Well, I'll tell ya (as Margaret Collins would have said),
Baloney made from filet mignon is still baloney.
big hairy deal

500 channels and still ain't nuthin' on

I dropped in on our Troop meeting tonight for just an hour. It was good to see people, schmooze a little. It was great to see the Scouts, too. We've got more new ones (wow). And Ben M. has returned to the fold, which makes me very glad. He was doing Hiking MB with me at the time he dropped out. Glad to have him back.

One of the adult committee members commented that she had seen me a lot on FB recently. The reason, of course, is that I am bored out of my skull. This staying home and taking it easy is mentally tough. TV is a vaster wasteland than when we only had three channels. I watch very little of it. I went to Barnes & Noble this week, hoping to buy a new book that might occupy me for a day or two, but found nothing that interested me. Which is pretty pathetic when you think how broad my interests are. All of which leaves teh intarwebs.

Surf's up, baby.