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The cats are getting to the point where they insist I get back to my mom duties. Including having a fully functioning lap. Which, it is, as long as there’s quite a lot of pillow or blanket cushion. One of the muscles in my thigh, around the implant, is very stiff and sore today, so I’ve been doing my PT stretches and taking Robaxin to keep it from clamping down, and otherwise resting. STILL no shower, lol! But I did get to my manicure just now: I remember doing my fingernails

Bob: “Imma put my asshole on your antakarana, mom. Gonna make it real hole-y. Get it??”

I took this picture last night, right before putting my bonnet on. This is slightly damp hair, dry enough I knew it would finish drying in the bonnet, after a good wash, scalp oiling, chebe butter application, and steam treatment, plus 4 hours of air drying. I didn’t clump the curls after the steam treatment, but you can still see I have the entire range of the C pattern on my head. Also, I have significant shrinkage, when this is stretched it’s perfectly sitting at shoulder

My nurse told me from first bandage inspection that I had some pretty significant bruising at the incision site, which is to be expected. I still saw a bunch of red blotchy stains coming out from under the clear plastic parts of the surgical dressing, but it didn't look like blood exactly to me, more like the post-op drain fluid, but my dressing itself was dry.. It wasn't until they went past the dressing that I realized it's THAT kind of a bruise. All of my cats are mad they

I also have two thumbs. Not to brag or anything. Also officially in a decent amount of pain, but I'm home! Just one overnight in the hospital, and I'm home now to manage my own pain meds, hooray! Which means alarms I have to set, although thankfully the shortest dosage time is every six hours, most everything is morning and evening. And now, I move like a tortoise and rest a whole lot until March. And smoke this infused pre-roll. Ayyyy. Things my care team were impressed by:

That's Bob all stretched out on the teal blanket, Milosh keeping watch at the window, and Penelope curled up by the pillow pile. This is how I woke up this morning. Tonight's the night I'm not supposed to have any animals in my freshly sanitized bedding. Look, if God didn't want me to have cats in my bed the night before surgery, He wouldn't have given me shitty joints and clingy cats.

Hamish the Haggis fully experiences the nip, while Milosh can hear colors.

Well. "Owala." It's the "Freesip" design, but I have no idea if it's "real" or not. Nor do I particularly care. The Freesip bottle seems to be number one on everyone's "What I'm Not Buying in 2026" lists. I didn't buy mine! [ cue lil' Miley Cyrus singing the Hannah Montana theme song ] I'm at my Surgical Optimization Appointment a few weeks back, and my Nurse Navigator comes in with all my goodies - the itchy af pre-surgery wipes (they're basically off-brand Hibiclens), the E

I allowed my brother and his wife and in-laws to enter the house. It's all my fault. He was especially mad that as he sat on my bed glaring, there was all kinds of boxes and crinkly paper he missed out on. I ruined Crimus. I am the Grinchiest Mumma. He was very fierce to my hand this morning, he's still mad. The rest of us had a lovely Christmas Eve, thank you.

As far as my youngest, floofiest son is concerned, "Crimus" is the funny, sparkly not tree we hang toys on that he can't play with but that he can sleep under on a soft blankie. His name is Milosh, by the way. This is the second post he's been in, and I don't think I've properly introduced him yet... My Christmas Spirit has been a bit lacking this year, for obvious reasons. We usually try to catch at least one holiday concert or show, that didn't happen this year. I haven't r

At the pre-op appointment on Tuesday, my nurse navigator tried to help me work out a plan to sleep away from the cats for two weeks. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the last time I was cut open for medical purposes, it was at 9 in the morning, and by 5pm I had become the Mumma of a micro-runt from a polyesterous litter (like internet sensation Baby Corn). And that I immediately started pottying him with the incision hand. I could have worn gloves. That occurred to me