Surgery After Care

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.

Doodcember, Days 23 and 24 – Card and Sleep

“Hey Drew, isn’t it a bit late to be doing prompts from two days ago?”

Maybe? I dunno. I had a idea for this Christmas Eve comic that I really liked, and I didn’t get around to doing it before Christmas. So I’m doing it now. Because I can.

4 AM

Yes, this comic was based on an idea I had when I woke up at 4 in the morning. No, I didn’t write it down. Just hoped that I would remember it by the time I got out of bed. Like I always do.

Sheets

The perils of being a night sweater in the warmer months. Everything begins to…smell.

…might be a bit TMI, but whatever. Write what you know, right?

Also, holy crap, I posted. It’s been a hot minute and then some. I blame global warming.

Daylight Savings’ End

Hopefully I’ll get used to this time change soon, because right now, I’m dying. It’s just thrown me off so badly this year, and I don’t know why. So tired. Just so, so tired.

Is this part of getting older? Because if it is, I don’t want it.

A Weird Kind of Wake Up

Brought to you by “I Actually Woke Myself Up by Licking My Blanket a Couple Nights Back.”

Except it wasn’t cake in my dream. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Yeah, I don’t know.

Sorry about the quick break! Last week got weird fast. But now, back to our regularly scheduled updates (hopefully)!

Walrus Studies: Naptime

Looks like our walrus friend is doing pretty much what I wanted to all of yesterday – settling down for a much needed nap. Because after a long week, isn’t that what we all would want/need? Just to curl up under a blanket, surrounded by pillows, and doze the day away?

Hibernation

Would probably save a ton on groceries this way.

Think about it.

The sweating. The heat. The allergies. The metric ton of annoying little bugs flying around. The amount of people that suddenly seem to pop up everywhere. I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I’d just be able to hide out in my room and take a nice, three month long nap.

I’d probably be awake for about the first week of June – don’t want to miss my dad’s birthday. Then I’d say my good nights and good byes, slip into my PJs, make a little nest out of my blankets and stuffed animals, and proceed to sleep through July and August. Finally, I’d emerge from my cave sometime around Labor Day, refreshed and ready for Fall’s arrival in a few weeks.

Man. If only I could.

Summer Mornings

And here we have a good example of “Problems with Drawing at a Slanted Angle.”

I can’t be the only one this has happened to, right?

I wake up, the sun’s shining through the window, so obviously, it’s time to get up and get moving, right?

Then I decide to check the time and see that it’s WAY TOO EARLY. So of course, I try to roll over and fall back asleep.

But whoops – body’s already decided that it’s awake. So no more sleep for me! Just need to lie there until a much more reasonable time to actually crawl out of my room and start the day.

Bloody longer days. And it isn’t even technically Summer yet. Urgh.