All surgerized and stuff

Well, I had my operation today. Those doctors are like Ninjas, I never even noticed when they put the anaesthetic. I was talking to the instruments girl and then I just fell asleep and woke up in my hospital room with a really sore... everything.

The operation went perfectly, yay, woo, whatever. I've got a 3cm scar just below my belt line and I'm getting my stitches removed on... Wednesday? I think. The damn anesthetic made me lose track of the days. Not that I have a very firm grasp of what day it is during the rest of the year.

Good news are I'm back home, enjoying life for a bit, since I'm on bedrest for about 10 days. That means almost no walking, no physical activity and no sex. At least I've got like a million movies to watch.

Bad news is that my scar hurts. A lot. I can't cough, I can't laugh, I can't sneeze, and if I try to walk... well, let's say I can't really "walk", per se. I can only scuttle, like a crab. It's really pathetic, but at least it doesn't hurt that way. The upside is that since I sleep upstairs and walking down or up the stairs is a huge ordeal that takes like 10 minutes, I get to eat in my bedroom. No complaints there, then.

*clears throat* I want to thank everyone who's given my even the slightest bit of support during these past few days. That's Rapa and Maru and CatBlues and Kassad and Ash and Azrael and Sefi and Bruno and everyone else I'm forgetting about because Diclofenac does really strange things to my head.

Also: For those interested, I suppose I'll use all the free time I'm going to have this week to actually write something for my novel. It's sitting there, idly, at a pretty important turning point and I'm neglecting it. I pretty much know how the story is going to be developed, but I'll likely forget 90% of it when I start typing.