I feel happy! I feel happy!
In all seriousness, I'm recovering at exactly the right pace, according to people who keep score on this sort of thing.
Warning: this is about to get gross.
I'm off all the meds, except for some stupid steroid for swelling that makes me really fucking irritable and regular Tylenol for this very minor headache that I guess is also pretty normal, once you've had a bunch of stuff the size of a Weighted Companion Cube yanked out of your head, and a "major septoplasty". Oh! and the most awesome thing? The stuff that looks like chicken liver that comes out of my nose about four times a day.
My doctor says I have some kind of post-surgical hypertension, which is why I can't do a damn thing other than sit here and watch movies for another three or four days, so I'm starting to get <i>really</i> bored and antsy. And irritable. Goddamn am I irritable. So don't fuck with me, or I'll shoot chicken liver at you from my nose gun.
Oh! You know what I learned a whole bunch about on TV yesterday? Trains during wartime and secret underground Cold War tunnels. Exactly WTF I'm going to do with this knowledge, I don't know, so I'm looking forward to removing it from my brain with Guinness once I allowed to drink alcohol again . . . in three goddamn miserable weeks, because alcohol makes me bleed, which remains bad.
Did I mention that I'm bored and irritable? Because boy, howdy.
However, I can smell things again. I can taste things again. I can sleep through the night without snoring, and I don't regret having this surgery for a single moment. Sincerely, I don't. And my doctor is some kind of superhero, who I think came from space and the future to carve a 4x5cm chunk of polyp-covered Horta from just one of my sinus cavities. There's more, but I think I've been gross enough for one day.
Thank you, everyone, for all your get well wishes, here and at Fark. That was really, really, cool. I totally broke the "just sit here and continue to do a bunch of fucking nothing" rule during breakfast this morning so I could check up on e-mails and stuff.
I better go back to the couch. My couch groove is starting to lose its shape. Have a nice weekend, everyone.
