Since I am piling up surgeries (Three by the last count), one of the main issues is that when they put you under and bring you back out, you’re kind of in a fog. Like stupid foggy things. Like forgetting your cat’s name. Mostly I’ve been taken medications and of course tending to the latest incision which hurts like a fucking son of a bitch.
So that’s been a thing.
All in all, aside from dealing with the Russian Roulette of “Which surgery did I get THAT pain from and should I tell the doc”, it’s been going okay. Lots of sleeping. And of course a struggle to regain control of my various body parts.
Gus’ Auntie Paige is on vacation so he hasn’t had a bork but I think he’s okay with it. Or he’ll complain to her that we don’t love him when he sees her next. Currently he’s snoring away.
I have discovered I need to re-read something in order to write the next one so that’s going to be my task this weekend. Which does happen. To get the feel of the book and also to remember who I killed. That’s very important. Also, refreshing what my brain remembers helps because things change in edits and sometimes my brain refuses to make that the new reality. That’s the worst of it.
Hoping all of you are doing okay. I’m going to try to re-engage in life now that hopefully I’ve had the last of the cutting into me. I leave you with the Pretzel of my cat, Gojira. Goji is an odd thing. Delightfully chaotic and loving at the same time. She’s a bit of a menace.
3 thoughts on “Recovering and Well, Stumbling Thru A Fog”
I know it’s slow — and seems even more so from your perspective — but it’s good to hear that you’re on the mend. Take your time and be kind to yourself! Your fans are eager, but patient too. Wishing you all the best — and glad you have Gus and your other furry friends to brighten your days!
So glad you’re on the mend. Hopefully no more surgeries needed. Sending healing vibes your way.
I hope this is definitely the last surgery, so you can actually recover this time! Your cat is an adorable floof.