(no subject)
Jan. 12th, 2008 04:48 pmFirst the sisters M&B stop by yesterday bearing ice cream, and now today R's ex-roommate -- the one I replaced -- showed up on the doorstep to pick up, not the piles of crap he still has here, but his shot-glass collection stored in the cupboard over the microwave.
I don't credit R with enough foresight, otherwise I'd think he'd scheduled Sam-sitters to check up on me.
He called this morning, and is in less pain from the surgery than he was in from the injury, so that's good. Apparently the damage was worse than they could tell by x-ray; cartilage had leaked into his spinal column and calcified, like fingernails digging into his nerve. Yeah, I had The Dark Half flashbacks too.
This whole one-handed thing can fuck right off, by the way. I have to cut my orange juice lid off with a knife, doing dishes is a horror, I can't get my bootlaces tight enough, and I can't squeeze anything -- shampoo, dish detergent, ketchup...I had to have R open all the childproof lids on the painkillers before he left, or I'd have had to beat them to death on the kitchen sink. I can't even tear off cling film, which is sad because I definitely can't get tupperware open. I'm going to have to live on toast (which I can't butter properly) and Doritos (torn open with my teeth).
Savagery!
I don't credit R with enough foresight, otherwise I'd think he'd scheduled Sam-sitters to check up on me.
He called this morning, and is in less pain from the surgery than he was in from the injury, so that's good. Apparently the damage was worse than they could tell by x-ray; cartilage had leaked into his spinal column and calcified, like fingernails digging into his nerve. Yeah, I had The Dark Half flashbacks too.
This whole one-handed thing can fuck right off, by the way. I have to cut my orange juice lid off with a knife, doing dishes is a horror, I can't get my bootlaces tight enough, and I can't squeeze anything -- shampoo, dish detergent, ketchup...I had to have R open all the childproof lids on the painkillers before he left, or I'd have had to beat them to death on the kitchen sink. I can't even tear off cling film, which is sad because I definitely can't get tupperware open. I'm going to have to live on toast (which I can't butter properly) and Doritos (torn open with my teeth).
Savagery!