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Welp. It seriously hurts to swallow. I have so far managed pills (ow) and about five sips of juice -- nothing with any real nutrition yet. Also I feel super cold despite layers, and rather like I've been run over by a truck. Yaaaaaay. Surgery is fun!

OTOH I now have penguin ice packs i can strap to my face. Because penguins.

ETA: Breakfast has been consumed. go me. Still haven't decided whether I'm going to rehearsal today (listening only, no singing) or not. But I have three hours to decide, so.

Fashion statement

Ice penguin wrapped in dog towel, held in place with ace bandage. I look fantastic.

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brains, braaaaiiiiiiins

...I have none.

I can't even do yarn stuff.

Heck, I can't even figure out what to watch on netflix.

Pain drugs are interesting.

(However, my ice packs are still making me happy. I was not kidding about ice penguins. Granted, no one can see its penguinness when it's on, but I know it's there.)

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In not-news, I have an overdeveloped sense of guilt. Chorus rehearses T/Th afternoons; I wasn't there Tuesday because surgery, and the previous Thursday because of pre-op stuff. So Plan A for today was "well, I'm not up to singing yet, because my throat's still cranky, but I can go and listen." Plan B, being "stay home and rest", ended up winning. I can't think or concentrate, so I don't know that I would have gotten anything out of it; my wheelchair (and the fact that they have to move the piano for me to get by) does not let me sneak out mid-rehearsal; and I just sort of need to rest up and heal. Plus, it's not like this is even a "disabled" thing, it's a "had surgery less than 48h before" thing.

And I still felt/feel super guilty.

I know there's no need, and I have every justification to be missing, and I can catch up, and stuff, but there is still this big guilt monster inside me going RAAR.

ETA: said guilt monster is also vocalizing about how I am not doing proper tooth cleaning zomg. Because brushing and rinsing and spitting and such would be so great for my mouth right now... I can only laugh and pat it on the head, metaphorically.