Tag Archives: surgery

At Least It’s Not the Frat House

18 Nov

And they are not INSIDE my apartment making a ruckus AND a mess.  But, it’s not all that better.  I can’t wait until we can get our own loft condo–hopefully away from neighbors all-together or at least next to ones who SLEEP.  Probably once we get a loft our neighbors will actually have to work at a job to afford it, unlike the situations we’ve had of late where spoiled twenty-somethings are having daddy and mommy foot the bill so they can party all night and sleep during the day, or with failed adults working the system, and nursing their drinking problems all night.

I needn’t have worried about sleeping through any pain.  The new upstairs neighbors made it so I don’t think I slept 3 consecutive SECONDS last night.  This is the third complaint already about these particular neighbors, and about the 12th noise complaint about different residents in our building.  Quiet hours from 10 PM to 8 AM are written right on the lease, yet nobody seems to SLEEP at night.  WTF?!!

Dear Landlord,

Since I had surgery yesterday, I was particularly unhappy about the neighbors in 316 making a ruckus in the stairwell during the night.  From 11 PM to 2 AM they made a literal 13 loud, trips down or up the stairs.  Transgressions including:  Slamming the apartment door, stomping or running on the stairs, talking, shouting to each other, firmly correcting the dog, carrying on a conversation for 10-20 minutes on the stairwell, and culminating in having an altercation with another neighbor who stepped out and asked them to be quiet.  Maybe it would be helpful if you hung flyers on everyone’s door highlighting the quiet hours, outlining how people can be more consciencious of their neighbors, and specifiying consequences of breaking the lease, the way you have with the parking and pet situations.  I am tired of waking up at the crack of dawn and struggling through 9-10 hour work days on sleepless nights, or as the case may be, lying awake all night despite post-op drugs.


sleepy, grumpy, frustrated tenant

I’m a Champ Post-Surgery

18 Nov

I really am.  I had it pretty easy after all 3 IVF egg donations and today I did the best on my household.  Here’s what I mean:  Cool got a sick belly and a headache, Sloppy vomited twice, and Choco-Luv slept the day away.  I took less than an hour nap, only complained of my pain when all meds wore off at 7 PM, and was a real trooper.

I removed the gauze prematurely–it was strange.  It felt like they forgot a piece of gauze near my throat and I might choke on it.  I was so worried about swallowing it and choking, I dug around my mouth with my index finger.  Turns out my tongue and mouth were just dry.  It was a strange feeling!  And when I got home I noticed I had blood on my lips and teeth that no one at the oral surgery place had removed–what the hell?!  I remove the dental blood even for cats and dogs!  $2500 doesn’t buy you a little post-procedure clean up?

Anyway, I’m up an hour or two past my (steadfast) bedtime, because I am worried about my pain meds wearing off.  Cool says just to put more pills by my bedside, and that’s smart.  But it still means pain might wake me up.  And if it wakes me up it’ll probably be pretty substantial.  You know how it’s easier to prevent pain then try to treat full fledged pain and all.  Once I sleep, I want to stay (restfully) asleep until at least the 5 AMS.  That’s my normal wake up time–emphasis on my body’s time.  I hardly EVER sleep to my alarm clock.  So I’m up writing (inane?) posts so that I can sleep painlessly through the night.  Naps are much easier to pre-game for. . .

My Wisdom Has Been Officially Extricated

17 Nov

Today was my big surgery.  Once I got there I didn’t have to do much.  I had pre-paid:  $97 for the consult in which I had to wait 50 min to SEE the doctor, $2500 for the IV sedation/4 impacted teeth extractions/and a follow-up appointment, and $36 (only thing partially covered by insurance) for the 4 prescriptions!!!!

The nice thing is, as soon as they bring you back they administer “laughing gas” so I couldn’t feel her struggle to hit my veins.  They are notoriously petite and rolling and I’m usually somewhat cold inside those offices and dehydrated and thus very difficult to hit without multiple sticks and digging.  I told my gal horror storied of my IVF (leaving out the margarita/Mexican food dinner of the night before) which unsettled her.  I think she only had to poke me 3-4 times though.

I wanted to ask what my resting heart rate was, because my average HR at the gym (without pushing myself hard) is 163-174!!!  And I managed to get the question out, but I was gone before I heard the answer.  Maybe they can dig out my vitals at my follow-up. . .

It literally felt like 5 or 10 minutes, and I wasn’t entirely sure they had done anything aside from starting my drip rate when they moved me.  For IVF they prep you in one place and do the procedure in another room, so I didn’t know until much later anything had been done to me.  My clue was people kept traipsing in and out of the room (it seemed like their prep/cleaing space) and ignoring me.  Also, they started the next girl.  They left her door open and everything–maybe I’m a fast waker-upper.  I certainly am in the mornings. . .


17 Nov

29 days in Oct and this is number 17 in November.  That makes 46 days in a row that I have posted a blog!  After the first few days, it became easy.  One secret?  Keep a lot of half finished drafts around.  When I’m excited or intrigued by something I jot a quick note.  It’s so easy to go back to it later.


I hardly have to try at all to conceptualize, write, and post a blog these days.  That makes perfect sense since they say a habit is formed after 26 days of repetitive action:  Next  establish a routine at the gym, do something for my educational future daily, then maybe after that-cooking.  OK, maybe not not the cooking–I don’t wanna get crazy.


Well, this may be the last post for a while.  I am having 4 impacted wisdom teeth removed today.  They’re going to give me IV sedation and the whole bit so I have no idea if I’ll be up to the task of typing.  I hope to be up to having a little fun, since I get 4 full days off work in a row.  This has not happened in forever!  At least not while I’m employed or NOT moving to a new state.  Seems the only time I ever get off work is when I’m between jobs, worrying about money and if I’ll EVER work again, or frantically picking up my belongings and traveling to a new place.  So even though surgery is involved–this will be heaven.  One day–a vacation maybe???  Ha ha–no day in the near future.


So wish me luck–I’ll try to write about the surgery.