elvisknits

sans gallbladder

My gallbladder has been taken from me.  I am no longer whole.  Woe.  Actually, I'm feeling quite happy that the surgery is over and I feel surprisingly okay.  I was at the hospital this morning at 6:00, and they finally cut the thing out around 9:00, but only after a nasty allergic reaction to the antibiotics I was given.  Note to self - Cephotan does not like me.  Or maybe I do not like Cephotan.  Nevertheless, it's a mutual dislike that resulted in an itching episode that was rather uncomfortable.  After they put the antibiotic into my IV, I promptly had the sensation that I was covered in ants, and starting itching.  My face turned bright red and I had these huge bumps all over me.  Oh yes, I was feeling cute.  They ended up giving me Benadryl, which helped stop the itching, and then I was finally able to go to the OR.  After they cut the little guy out, I was given a healthy dose of morphine and have been sleeping all day.  Throat is still pretty sore from the breathing tube, and of course the holes in my abdomen are a bit unpleasant, but I'm remarkably feeling okay.  I'll be home for the next two days sleeping my ass off with my good friend Vicodin.  And Nurse Elvis.      

busted

My gallbladder is busted.  They're cutting the bastard out on Wednesday.  Woo-hoo, I'm so freakin excited about that.  Actually, I am excited about having four days in the bed on pain killers.  Nothing like a forced vacation to catch up on my rest.  So, I'm counting down to the surgery, and trying not to get all stressed about it.  Everyone says it's no big deal, but then I think - these people are going to cut out one of my internal organs.  It is a very BIG deal!  Apparently, gallbladder surgery is the most common operation performed in the world, and my surgeon is a some kinda gallbladder superstar, so I don't really have much to worry about I guess.  Even so, I don't really like the idea of some person cutting holes in my abdomen and rooting around in there and poking at my parts.  Sheesh...I can't wait for it to be all over.

Ugh....is it really Monday again?  This weekend went by so fast!  I caught a crafty bug yesterday and decided to build myself a headboard for my giant bed.  Elvis and I sleep in a king-size, and it is oh so lovely.  The only problem was the location of the windows, and my head knocking up against the mini-blinds at night, plus, the bed just looked unfinished.  So, I recruited a friend, and together we made this snazzy green headboard.  It's very simple, which I like, but I'm thinking of adding some upholstery nails for a bit of tufting.  We'll see. 

Elvis has a new home

I have finally moved back to Houston.  As some of you know, I've been living with my mom in suburbia for the last few months.  Now, I'm back among the living, and my work commute is back to ten minutes, instead of an hour.  So nice.  I love my new little home, and Elvis loves it too.  The little guy spends his days lounging on the window sill, harassing any neighboring cats that venture into his territory.

It's going to take some time to adapt to the whole living-alone situation, as I've been living with someone for the last four years, but I'm optimistic as always.  I'm trying to be more social, but that's sometimes hard, as I tend to hang around the house a lot.  But that is not good for my mind or my figure, so time to make some new friends. All of my friends either moved away, or are too busy to sit down for more than thirty minutes at a time.  I miss my gay-boyfriend Sonny.  (Sonny, if you're reading this, you need to get your ass back to Houston.  NOW.) 

We need more knitting groups in Houston!  The SnB group here meets on Thursdays, which is not a good night for me.  If you're reading this, and you live in Houston, and are as cool as me...please email me, and maybe we can start up another group.  I personally think Houston needs a Booze and Yarn group.  I'm a big fan of drinking and knitting.