have last night's post this morning

Father's day was quiet. Mostly I read. Did walk out to ooo and ahhh at dad's new shooting range. Can't wait until I'm well enough to test it out. He's got some new guns I can play with too.

I am unconsciously trying to do too much with my arm. I'm so afraid of accidentally hurting myself. It's very hard to pull on pants without hurting myself. Should wear skirts, I think. Unfortunately, last night I noticed the vein that had the IV in it burst open. My whole hand and wrist are bruised. I also noticed a clot in the old bruise from the airline. Worse, today the IV invaded vein now has a clot. I'm probably doing too much typing and yanking things with this hand.

It makes me nervous and to add to the stress mom just looks at it, feels the lump and says her usual too me, 'you're such a hypochondriac.' I get real upset with this since I hear it from her all the time, as if I'm after attention. It's like, mom, it's not hypochondria if there are real symptoms. If you mean I'm a worrywart, say that and guilty as charged

I found one of the procedures I had done. Here you go, it's all animation, no gore biceps tendon relocation

I'm still bummed about some writers stuff too. Sigh.

( day 226 three pictures of wounded me nothing too graphic )

happy wrens

today was cool enough (though humid as hell) to have windows open. two wrens sang to me all day as they build a nest in mom's begonia, despite us desuading them. you think you're going o nap, have a bird lullabye

i did little since i either took double my painkllers or had a reaction like last monday. for 3 hours my head lolled around like it was on a wet noodle, my eyes barely stayed open and i was giggling. nautrally the parents weren't in. dad came home i slept i off.= knowing he'd look out for me. an hour nap revived me.

i did learn my netbook is very easy for me to type on one handed. got stuff done. anyone know anything about dragon software i'm considering it.

the humidity has turned my hair into an unattractive brillo pad. i was so groggy from it tonight y aunt asked what was wrong. i said i was sticky from leftover bandage tape, sweat and impending death. i think she's still laughing.

while half asleep i dreamed/hallucinated dad painted the living room like a victorian tea cup, aquamarine with a white wainscotting with floral accents. he was so proud of it.

i hope my friends in the southwest are okay. the fire sounds scary

( day 261 victorian hair mourning art )