a tirade of minimum matter.
Ever slept all day in the "do things hours"?
My clients won't let me work without a week to rest, so I've gotten to this schedule.
They all care so much, it's nice, but surgery comes at a price and my ass needs to do that money boogie!
I hate the idea of not covering the basics for myself, so I try to do all that's necessary, but damnit, when it is necessary to NOT DO things, that is where I struggle.
I cannot sit still sometimes, and with this hole in my side, that tendency is proving rough indeed. Walking around feels like a knife stabbing me, and I'll hold my gut. . . Then I'll kinda wish they could have grabbed some belly fat too, as i have my hand there. I mean Im despairing my pain, but while they were down there they could have just drained my whole gut too. That would have been a nice perk!
Now, less joking than that, I'm fat right at my stomach. Mostly at my stomach... to the point where I wonder if it could have anything to do with my digestive processes being so slowed. Caused by the dead tissue in my torso (this 15 years)? I wonder if they could relate? My thoughts precipitate, but it falls to only my ears, and i don't care now because; That shit is over, and my thinking clears back to my forced lethargy making necessity. I'm OVER this whole laying around with "bed rest"-mentality bullshit!
Tomorrow!
On the morrow, I nary shall sit atop mine own derriere, lest be I a nave, or craven hipocrit, as I reassert I'll not be staying, nor laying upon my humble place I lay my head to rest, and Hark!... shit....
I lost it..
I don't go Shakespeare too often but F-it. Now my mind wizzes and the trick now is...
I need to go to sleep
and still be up by 8am. .
I got this.
Good night friends and "Fam"!
This post is obviously done..
**Note on the picture: it is my new dots from surgery! Looks like a tiny Orion's belt and suites me quite nicely for a scar! Fun fact or gross novelty, your call!**