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digitaldisciplineUnsurprisingly iffy night's sleep[1], albeit punctuated by lots of vivid, disjointed dreams. Up, cleaned, dressed, and wanting the breakfast I can't have before surgery. Currently in negotiations with CS about how many time-filling things are a good fit for the expected duration of the procedure (60-90 minutes for the procedure itself (so, this, plus some extra dremel work to take care of some fraying on the rotator cuff and the torn bit of the labrum, as well as to address some bone spurs in the vicinity), plus some buffer on either side, and probably an hour for me to shake off the anaesthetic and be given juice and crackers before being sent home). There's a branded percocet scrip to pick up the pain management before the nerve block wears off, a cold-water pump sheath to keep the pain and swelling down, and several comfortable sitting and sleeping surfaces. There is internet, and Xbox, and cats[2], and books, so I figure I'm about as ready as I can be, other than needing to make a grocery run for cat food and coffee.
Monthly / pre-op measurements taken, so I know approximately where to get back to... though some of these are numbers with which I am not satisfied and shall not make a reappearance. Long story short, I'm going to take the enforced "don't pick anything up with your arm" time to do lots of intense, if no-impact, cardio (using the leg curl/extension bits was also given a thumbs-up). This midriff squish can fuck right the fuck off if I can't do anything for my strength levels for a while.
Didn't end up testing 1RMs yesterday when my friends Becca and Josh came over[3], because three bench reps with an empty bar were "I don't want to do that, but could if I had to" levels of uncomfortable. It's time for this shit to get fixed. (On the upside, describing the month's worth of left-leg crankiness to the orthopedic PA at my consult Friday got a two-second "probably a little bursitis" diagnosis, which was more acute the last week and a half because, hey, all the standing around at D*C coupled with taking no aspirin or NSAIDs as dictated pre-op.)
Work laptop died entirely sometime since Friday; maybe it got zorched by the docking station, which also doesn't power up; I've asked the guy on my team who lives nearby and with whom I am friendly to snag it and take it to the office for whatever it is that needs doing.
Joked with CS that she should watch the Blitz episodes of Eccleston Who (episodes 9 & 10), so that I could come out of the post-op and ask, "Are you my mummy?" *snrk*
Will probably say something snide just before going under, just in case, like, "For the record, fucks were, in fact, given," because they were, and I'm the sort of crass asshole who will swear in passive voice. *grin*
[1] Alpha wave incursions and stress meant that I had various snippets from Blazing Saddles, DragonCon, and a five-hour video game session from the evening chopped up and looping through my head.
[2] Kirk has become an absolute cuddlefiend, and will climb up legs and laps to stuff her nose under anyone's chin or in their ear, so she pinned Josh to the floor and napped on his sternum, which is cute and fuck until she has a small sneezing episode. Magellan is obviously and justifiably coming to terms with some PTSD over his mauling, and was initially afraid of and hostile towards her, despite the fact that he's 7 pounds and she's slightly under 3; this has gradually quelled over the last week, and this morning saw the first tentative play between them - she was upside down pawing at a table leg, and he gingerly extended a paw to bat her lightly on the head. Not co-sleeping by any stretch, but orders of magnitude better than growling, hissing, and hiding. Kirk, on the other hand, is oblivious to a degree seldom seen outside of public office or Fox News, ignoring Magellan even when he smacked her sharply in the face. She is, however, adorably underfoot until she less-adorably attempts to nibble one's bare toes.
[3] Steak and brownies for dinner while watching the first Eccleston episode of Doctor Who[4], because Becca had wanted to start watching it, and CS needs only the filmiest of justifications to encourage someone to do so.
[4] In lieu of lifting, we stood around the garage and group-enabled each other's shit; J&B were talking about getting a boat since she sold her motorcycle, and J used to be a carpenter, so building a workout space like mine for B is a thing they could do.
[5] I have successfully trained Magellan to look around, and occasionally actually come to heel when I do the Master's "tap-tap-tap-TAP" pattern. Kirk's getting a three-tap thing. Mote and Speck are still undifferentiated tiny puffs of blackness. We'll see what can be done.
Monthly / pre-op measurements taken, so I know approximately where to get back to... though some of these are numbers with which I am not satisfied and shall not make a reappearance. Long story short, I'm going to take the enforced "don't pick anything up with your arm" time to do lots of intense, if no-impact, cardio (using the leg curl/extension bits was also given a thumbs-up). This midriff squish can fuck right the fuck off if I can't do anything for my strength levels for a while.
Didn't end up testing 1RMs yesterday when my friends Becca and Josh came over[3], because three bench reps with an empty bar were "I don't want to do that, but could if I had to" levels of uncomfortable. It's time for this shit to get fixed. (On the upside, describing the month's worth of left-leg crankiness to the orthopedic PA at my consult Friday got a two-second "probably a little bursitis" diagnosis, which was more acute the last week and a half because, hey, all the standing around at D*C coupled with taking no aspirin or NSAIDs as dictated pre-op.)
Work laptop died entirely sometime since Friday; maybe it got zorched by the docking station, which also doesn't power up; I've asked the guy on my team who lives nearby and with whom I am friendly to snag it and take it to the office for whatever it is that needs doing.
Joked with CS that she should watch the Blitz episodes of Eccleston Who (episodes 9 & 10), so that I could come out of the post-op and ask, "Are you my mummy?" *snrk*
Will probably say something snide just before going under, just in case, like, "For the record, fucks were, in fact, given," because they were, and I'm the sort of crass asshole who will swear in passive voice. *grin*
[1] Alpha wave incursions and stress meant that I had various snippets from Blazing Saddles, DragonCon, and a five-hour video game session from the evening chopped up and looping through my head.
[2] Kirk has become an absolute cuddlefiend, and will climb up legs and laps to stuff her nose under anyone's chin or in their ear, so she pinned Josh to the floor and napped on his sternum, which is cute and fuck until she has a small sneezing episode. Magellan is obviously and justifiably coming to terms with some PTSD over his mauling, and was initially afraid of and hostile towards her, despite the fact that he's 7 pounds and she's slightly under 3; this has gradually quelled over the last week, and this morning saw the first tentative play between them - she was upside down pawing at a table leg, and he gingerly extended a paw to bat her lightly on the head. Not co-sleeping by any stretch, but orders of magnitude better than growling, hissing, and hiding. Kirk, on the other hand, is oblivious to a degree seldom seen outside of public office or Fox News, ignoring Magellan even when he smacked her sharply in the face. She is, however, adorably underfoot until she less-adorably attempts to nibble one's bare toes.
[3] Steak and brownies for dinner while watching the first Eccleston episode of Doctor Who[4], because Becca had wanted to start watching it, and CS needs only the filmiest of justifications to encourage someone to do so.
[4] In lieu of lifting, we stood around the garage and group-enabled each other's shit; J&B were talking about getting a boat since she sold her motorcycle, and J used to be a carpenter, so building a workout space like mine for B is a thing they could do.
[5] I have successfully trained Magellan to look around, and occasionally actually come to heel when I do the Master's "tap-tap-tap-TAP" pattern. Kirk's getting a three-tap thing. Mote and Speck are still undifferentiated tiny puffs of blackness. We'll see what can be done.
