Boob tube convalescence

hickenYes. Put the titanium screw in the pinky that is attached to this arm. I won’t give you the gory details about yesterday’s outpatient surgery except to say that I have a love/hate relationship with the nerve block. It kept me from feeling pain during and after my surgery, enough so that I did not need to be sedated. Being left with a cement block where my forearm used to be? Not so much fun. I won’t go into that too much either except, suffice it to say, I was looking at a long boring evening last night since I did not feel like sleeping and haven’t found a replacement book for my last one yet. About all I had to look forward to was keeping track of where my arm was at any given moment. Yuck.

Enter Lizard Breath, who suggested via text message that I find a TV show. “But what?” “How about Twin Peaks? You guys started watching that last winter.” I whined that I didn’t remember what episode we were on (and yes I was feeling sorry for myself at about this point). Our beach urchin thought that maybe we had left off at about episode five and after not too much argument, that’s where we decided to begin. I watched three whole episodes. It was exactly what I needed. The only thing it didn’t do was put me to sleep although I did close my eyes briefly a few times. Didn’t really get any good sleep last night until some time around that batscope hour, when I surfaced and found that I could finally move my fingers again. What a relief.

I took it easy today. Didn’t get out of bed until around eight and then sent the GG down to the farmers market to meet Mouse, who helped him search out the stuff that was on my list. Lizard Breath came over this afternoon, helped with laundry, watched Harry Potter with me, and is now engineering part of dinner. Odd experience to be sitting around on a beautiful summer Saturday afternoon watching a movie but it was just the ticket. With any luck more TV tonight will actually put me to sleep. I need it.

Good night,
Titanium Woman

P.S. I was dictating an email message to BFF this morning and my laptop translated the word “which” to “quidditch”. Apropos or just weird?

4 Responses to “Boob tube convalescence”

  1. Mouse Says:

    ‘Hicken hat!!

  2. Margaret Says:

    Very cool that it would change the word that way! Love HP! I’m glad you’re taking it easy, watching some shows and allowing your family to wait on you. There is plenty of time to get back to normal!

  3. Sam Says:


  4. jane Says:

    let me know if I need to drop off Downton Abbey DVDs!