these people are drivin me friggin nuts.

ok, not all of em.

yeah, maybe it's just one of em.

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so i'm over a week out of gall bladder surgery and i thought all was going well. apparently i'm going to be one of those people who can't eat fats or caffeine or beans or much of anything else. except bread, i can eat bread.

what was the point of the surgery???

no, i'm not hurting like i was but i'm still, um, well, um, how do i say it politely in mixed company???

I CAN'T STAY OUT OF THE FRIGGIN BATHROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i see the dr on friday for a post op visit.

i guess it's gonna take a while.

problem is, my head says yes, get out of the house and go and look for a new job in a greenhouse or floral shop, and my body says, no, stay at home close to the bathroom. and i'm gettin pissed at my body.

i'm impatient, i know this. i've been sitting in this damn house for two months (with my brother stuck up my a** the whole time) and i'm gettin a little frustrated. i'm so far beyond bored...

can ya tell???

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um, yes, that would be part of my problem. i'm bored out of my skull. i've knitted, i've painted, i've read for self help, i've read for pleasure, i've journaled, i've knitted some more, i've cooked, i've tried to find interesting educational things on tv to watch, i've even tried to find funny crap on tv to watch. i've researched "voluntary simplicity" and read up on all that stuff (being enviro friendly, using less stuff, spending less money). i like what i've read. i guess not being able to go out of the house keeps me from spending a lot of money or using a lot of resources, huh???

i don't want to get sucked into playing some computer game and then never be able to let it go.

speaking of addictions (haha) i've run out of good drugs as well.

*sigh*

today is the first day i've physically felt like sitting on my bed (only the recliner in the living room has been comfy enough) and doing anything (reading, computing, watching tv, writing) so i've had no privacy. my brother finally went to work tonight. he's working from 6pm-5am. at least he'll be asleep during the day while i'm home until my bowels let me go find another job. (tmi??? sorry, let's just move along now)

but c'mon, it's been two friggin months.

i know, my fault for being co-dependent and taking on his problems and troubles.

well, i'm working on it. i haven't yet finished the book. but i'm working on it.

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what? you didn't get the memo that today is piss and moan day???

please ya'll, i need suggestions for filling up my time til i can get outta here and back to work...

please???

pretty please???

xoxo