My scar is slowly going away, yay!
Oh. dad.
As cheesy as it sounds, I remember my father showing me the song “Father and Daughter” and how awesome he thought it was that Paul Simon let his young daughter sing the background. My dad would always get me to harmonize with the songs he played in his truck, as he would sing and drum on the steering wheel. We would always goof around with songs. He taught me at an early age about octaves and how to keep a beat, hence the nickname that stuck with me, his “little beat”. He always pushed music onto me, and made sure to expose me to everything he knew. I’m really grateful for that.
My Back.
Everything is slowly healing, and I’m very excited. I would enjoy nothing more right now then a good cuddle and listening to a bin of old CD’s I found from high school. Although this summer I can’t physically do half the activities I wish I could, maybe relaxing at home won’t be too detrimental. I’ve grown closer to my mother whom I never had a relationship with growing up, and my brother has been extremely supportive of me healing and helping me around the house. I’ll just have to save camping and hiking trips for the fall, and add in extra movie nights and bonfires. Somehow I’ll make this summer work.
I am one tired bunny.
Just for shits, why not.
I’m so happy. Even though I’m still broken. No more turtle shell!
Humph.
I feel like I’m getting stronger every day that passes. I feel more flexible, and the pain seems so much more tolerable. I get excited. I have hope that maybe I’m healing faster then the doctors had originally predicted. And then I have mornings like today, when I hadn’t taken my pain medication in over 12 hours, and the pain I feel is literally so debilitating I can’t move. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to talk, it hurts to lift my arms. The pain is so awesome I can’t eat to take my medication. I get so frustrated, I’ve been doing so well, I’d been excising and eating, I thought my body was healing fast. And then I realize I’m still broken and the medication just helps mask the damage. I don’t want to be dependent on medications to help me breathe, I want to be healthy again.
My friend gave me the best present ever. EVER!
Be careful out there kids!
Hands
Found out I wont be needing surgery on my hands yesterday, and even better, that they should be fully functioning one again in as little as 4 weeks. My left hand will heal even faster, so I might be able to fool around on guitar sooner then I thought. My right, although will always look a bit wonky will have full normal range of motion. Needless to say I’m very happy.
shhhh, my roommates are sleeping.
Some days are better then others.
When I first cut my hair short. I miss it.
Yes.
Short trip to the cape this weekend with friends. Going to a party for a couple days, I’m pretty pumped to say the least. Adventure. Yes.
