Thanks for the love, everyone. I am still shuffling around doing the Funky Invalid (hey, could be the latest dance craze). Not very fond of my pain meds, as they allow my bowels to express themselves about as freely as a gay democracy activist in China.
But I digress. Have I mentioned how much I miss fried foods? I did break down yesterday and ate two homemade pierogies fried in butter and doused in sour cream (thanks to the best MIL ever!). I'm back on the high fiber train now, but still--the inactivity + pain meds....um, they are doing scary things to my food processing system. I fear that I may....oh, this is embarrassing....have my first hemorrhoid.
I haven't looked, mind you. I am a galloping mess downstairs and am preferring to keep all reflective devices far away from said area. So, perhaps I'm overreacting. (Not me, right?)
So while my insides knit themselves back together, I'm watching too much television (I believe I've now seen every episode of Throwdown with Bobby Flay) and I've just started reading Joshua Ferris's Then We Came to the End. Everyone who has ever worked in corporate culture should read this book. Or, anyone who has ever WORKED. At all, really.
It has also been over a week since I've sneezed--I'm doing my best to keep them at bay lest I rip something now tenuously cobbled back together, but MAN is this hard.