I took my macaron class last weekend. It was good fun. And instead of building up to it, I’m going to put my photo right here:
So, my evil gallbladder has been annihilated, and good riddance. I survived the terror that was surgery and learned that being stabbed by a doctor does not change the fact that you have been stabbed. It still hurts and your body still has new holes. (I did not ask to keep the gallstone. For some reason, this is a question that I have been asked several times. Only by guys though. Odd.)
Another surprise was that when they told me I’d be able to go back to work after a week and a half, I somehow took that to mean that I would be completely healed and better after a week and a half, but I was wrong (which, in retrospect, I should have known, considering I’ve had paper cuts that took more than ten days to heal.) It just means I am well enough to go back to my desk job. I am going back to work tomorrow, but I am still being held together with tape, which is a disturbing thing for me to look at in the mirror. I am also still very slow-moving and if I bend to the floor to pick something up, my belly button feels like someone stabbed me again, which is irritating. But I improve every day, so I’ll not complain about that any more.
I really thought I would be writing a lot of blog posts for you while I was on leave. All that extra time without anything else to do – my expectations were high, I tell you. But the thing is, I was on pain killers. I was napping a lot. Also, when you aren’t doing anything, it’s awfully hard to think of things to write about. For me anyway, since my blog is mostly just show and tell. And being confined to a small apartment meant I didn’t have much to show or tell.
Also, laziness begets laziness. Continue reading