Update

[kiyakotari]

Life continues to go well. James is wonderful, and spent the entire weekend up here taking care of me (this mostly consisted of watching me wander around in a drugged-out haze to ensure that I didn't injure myself or unexpectedly collapse and stop breathing, which must have been very boring).

Surgery recovery is sucking big time, but I'll live. And it could be far worse.

In other news, I have a job interview tomorrow (another security position, but at a college, not a hospital). I also have a job interview next week (bank teller). I am enthusiastic about both of these positions. Since they're also both part-time, I'm hoping that I can land both of them.

The sad news is, I have had to stop taking my prescribed painkillers so that I can drive down to this security interview. This sucks. The painkillers were only just taking the edge off, and the Ibuprofen and Tylenol that I'm stuck with now really aren't cutting it. Lame.

Comments

[greenjudy]

Weird how life stacks up on us - surgery recovery, pain management AND job interviews. Because one kind of fun just isn't enough.

Sucky as it is, do you feel the surgery recovery is doing the things it's supposed to do? How is your progress?

[kiyakotari]

I'm not sure yet how well the surgery recovery is progressing. Pain has lessened some, which is good. Stiches are presumably doing what they are supposed to do, but there is still bleeding at this point. No signs of infection, which is good. I did have an allergic reaction to the bandaging, so I have a nasty rash, which sucks and itches, but which will eventually pass. Post-op exam is tomorrow, so I'll have a better idea of the big picture then.

Things do indeed pile up. Moving date is the weekend after this one (September 18th). This weekend is James' birthday (September 11th). His present is expected to be delivered tomorrow. I got him sequential tail lights for his Mustang (I don't know - I don't get car stuff, but he had mentioned a while ago that he wanted them but couldn't spare the cash, since they're pretty pricey). I hope I got the right ones.

We have talked about marriage. Not, like, let's-get-married-soon type of talk, but general agreement that it's something we are both in favor of doing, sometime in the future. I never expected to want to get married. I have always been quite critical of the institution of marriage. Apparently I now get to eat my hat. James was talking about taking my last name. I think we should hyphenate, because his last name is really cool, but I don't want to give my surname up. I think he liked that idea.

We've also talked about kids. Current thoughts: 0-2. Yes, I know, more hat-eating.

Pehaps awkwardly, his father and mother do not know that I am moving in. They are LDS (he is not), and his mother is recovering from major surgery and prone to depression. We don't want to send her spiraling down into an abyss of sadness because her only son is going to be living in sin, so we haven't told them. His sisters know, of course, and are in full support of the idea.

[nagasvoice]

Best of luck on both interviews, and hope the recovery from surgery proceeds easily and a little more painlessly.

[kiyakotari]

This is far from the worst surgery I have had, so regardless of how sucky it may seem right now, I know I'll survive.

I think the interview today went well. I expect to hear from them within the next few business days, one way or the other.

[shipwreck_light]

And on top of that: a job interview! Oh world. Always with the icing on the cake.

'tis a good partner in crime who may be content to watch one wander around the house while strung out on pharmaceuticals :D.

[kiyakotari]

Indeed! He is a better partner in crime than I ever thought to find. I say we got lucky. He says it was initiative on both our parts. I think the truth is somewhere in between.