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You say jump, I say “moron”

May 18, 2004 By: bio Category: General

My internal alarm clock went off at 4:00 am this morning.

Well, that’s when the narcotics I’ve been prescribed gave away to the signals being sent via my battered neurons in my back. Ain’t nothin’ else out there that can compare to waking up in intense pane (just kinda puts a glow on your whole day).

We’ve been playing around with schedules… trying to find the best possible times to get certain things done during the day, so that I’ll be on a routine when my wife goes back to work on monday.

We’ve decided that I get my lovenox injection first thing in the morning (around 6:40 am). My wife gives it to me, as I can’t look down at my own damn stomach. Then it’s drugs and such and business as usual until about 8:00 pm, where my wife gives me a sponge bath (can’t shower for at last a week yet). She dresses me in clean clothes and I’m good for another 24 hours in that respect.

When you’re locked in a damn body brace, with a layer underneath and a layer on top (to hide it), it gets pretty damn warm. The brace itself is made of a hard plastic about 1/4 inch thick with a thin foam pad on the inside. Sweat starts to collect in the brace shortly after putting it on, and any wrinkles in the t-shirt you’re wearing under the brace become nearly unlivable after a few hours (and leave you with those nasty read creases in your skin).

You have no idea how damn good a sponge bath can feel!

There isn’t much other news. I am getting quite a few hits from here as of late (about 100 in the past few days), yet there’s no link from there to here (curious). If anyone knows why… let me in on it!

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