Mmm, drugs.

I have drugs.

Specifically, antibiotics and painkillers.

The cefdinir (above) is to kill the infection in my big toe. They're pretty and in my favorite colors.

The painkillers (again, above) they gave me are hydrocodone. I'm gonna be more than a little loopy tonight.


My surgery went like this: A culture was taken of my infection. They cleaned out as much pus as they could, then put rubbing alcohol on my toe. They then sprayed my toe with a cold cold numbing agent and preceded to inject three shots of anesthetic. They poured iodine all over my toes, so now they look like they're jaundiced. There was a lot of blood. I dunno what happened next, because I didn't feel like watching, but apparently they cut my toenail and part of my skin. I was bleeding a lot, even after they had cauterized the wound. Then they wrapped me up and sent me to go get my pills.

I am now enjoying some ice cream, as I hate doctors. This is my treat for getting toe surgery.

I'll be getting off the computer now. Something tells me I'll pretty useless after I pop my first painkiller in about half an hour.

Later!

Another suckerpunch

So, not only do I not get to attend TUJ this fall (I'm going to Pacific University), but my mother has decided to move to the Valley with her boyfriend. She just assumed it would be okay for me to move in with my boyfriend and his roommate.

Yet she wants to come to Parent Orientation Night at Pacific.

Mixed signals much?

I'm totally looking forward to a more liberal, greener town. Alaska has almost no recycling whatsoever.


In other news, my hair is purple again (yay!) and I'm fascinated by the steampunk subculture/subgenre. There are some awesome custom-made steampunk-styled laptops out there.

The current RPGs I'm in right now are my boyfriend's Rokugan (3rd edition) game and his roommate's Shadowrun (4th edition) game.

XKCD updated today! I love this webcomic. I don't get most of the programming or math/physics jokes, but most of them are hilarious. Randall Munroe, you are awesome.

I should be sleeping right now, but I have insomnia and the roommate's up anyway. Hooray NCIS!

I've been debating whether or not to "paint" a visual of my "Red" poem. Mr. Brown (my art history teacher) wants me to, though. I'm a writer for a reason- I can visualize things in my head and describe them fairly well verbally, but I'm not very creative.

I must buy new clothes before heading off to college, and get rid of things that don't fit/I never wear anymore.

Also, I'm seeing a doctor tomorrow. Blegh. I hate doctors, but I've had this toe infection for about three months now. It hurts and all the pus and occasional blood bothers me.

I'm going to go forage for food.