Recovery

I haven't been online much from Maine, though it's not hard to do so. My folks have just gotten broadband, and the addition of a router impresses them deeply. We can all get on, now, on our own machines, at a darn good rate of speed. (I assume there aren't many computers on this cable loop.)

The simple truth is, I'm recovering, slowly, and I'm very tired. So I don't last online for very long. Every six hours (or more when I'm able to stretch it) I take Roxicet for pain. Roxicet, to give you perspective, is a liquid form of percocet (otherwise known as acetaminophen and oxycodone in a cherry cough syrup like base), which is the thing Rush Limbaugh got addicted to. Which is understandable -- it's pretty cool stuff. It makes the pain go away, and when you close your eyes you see things that weren't there with your eyes open.

It also makes me very drowsy, which coupled with my physical recovery, means I have a short fatigue threshold right now. Ergo, I'm not online much.

But how am I doing?

I'm doing well. Well.

Food is an entirely new experience now. And one becomes full very, very quickly. The regimen of pills and activity is diverse and interesting, which is good, and my parents have been fabulously supportive.

Right now, they've had to go check on my grandmother, who's had a problem. So I'm solo, but it's no big deal. Sit on the couch and drowse, my cat near to hand.

And today's activities were slightly more than yesterday's. Which means I'm looking forward to tomorrow, and the tomorrows after that.

No complications. Things are going fine. I will learn to dance.

I'm going back to sleep now.