Surgery After Care

Quincy takes caring VERY seriously.

First of all – I’m fine.

It was just minor surgery to correct an issue that I’ve been dealing with since last year.  And I’m feeling much better.  Or at least I’m getting there.

It was a series of firsts for me, though.  First time having to put on a hospital gown.  First time getting an IV.  First time getting wheeled away on a gurney.  First time getting one of those canulas shoved up my nose.  All stuff I’d seen before but I’ve never experienced myself.

And I was extremely nervous about all of it.

Especially the anaesthesia.

My anxiety-riddled brain decided to focus primarily on that.  Every worst what-if reared their ugly little heads.  What if I had a bad reaction?  What if it sent me into a coma?  What if it just didn’t work at all?  Fun stuff like that.

It was probably a control thing – being sent to sleep by something else that wasn’t me.  Or a deep fear of death.  Possibly both.

I just kept seeing this surgery as some weird endpoint.  Like, everything was going to end on Monday and I couldn’t see anything else beyond that.  I wasn’t going to finish my list of books or play Pokemon or draw or eat or anything.  It would all just end.

Clearly, though, it didn’t.  I’m still here.

The anaesthesia as a whole was an interesting experience that could be basically summed up like this:

Anaesthesiologist: Okay, I’m giving you the anaesthesia now.

Me: Huh.  I really hope this works.

H   E   A   D   R   U   S   H

Me: Woo heady I guess it’s working –

Cue me coming to in the recovery room feeling extremely loopy.

After finally being able to get up without feeling dizzy and getting dressed, I was able to go home.  Which is where I’ve been for the past few days recovering.

I am doing much better than I was for the first couple of days – I was mostly tired and sore and not wanting to do much.  Just been taking it easy.  I actually get to go back to work tomorrow, where I will not be pushing myself.  I will just be going slow to make sure I don’t end up hurting myself.

In the meantime, I’m going to be spending my last day at home relaxing and continuing to heal.

Because even though it was technically minor surgery, it was still, indeed, surgery.

Meet the Cthulhus

Unsurprisingly, bringing the snowman to life was indeed Mary’s idea.

Been drawing these guys a lot lately, and thought they needed a formal introduction!

Kind of funny how they started off as a Inktober drawing and somehow morphed into this – like Arugthor, who I haven’t drawn in ages.  They are fun to draw – even if I keep needing to remind myself which kid has which markings.

Also was trying to come up with a job that would allow Pip to work from home so he could keep track of the kids, because single dad.  For some reason, children’s book illustrator was literally the first thing that came to mind.  So I just rolled with it.

Reading is Fun

Please stop.

We’ve been closed for over a month now.  The e-mail letting our patrons know the library system was closing to the public was sent out in January.  There are signs all over the door and parking lot telling people what to do to get their books.

And yet, this.

At this point, I don’t know how we can make it any clearer save for putting up a giant neon sign that says “CLOSED.”

Rupert the Romantic

Feeling the love…

Have no clue why I’ve been on a Rupert/Abel kick as of late.  Probably because of this past Sunday being Valentine’s Day and these two are the only characters that are involved romantically.

Honestly, at this point, I think ALL of the characters in the I Draw Walruses universe are living vicariously through these guys.

Except for maybe Dot.  Because she’s Dot.