Two Things

There are two things about recovering from a major surgery that I really hate:

1) not being able to do things for myself
2) the amount of time I spend fixing things after I’ve been “helped.”  Especially when it WAS one of the few things I could do for myself, and double-especially when I’d explained several times that no, I did not want help on that thing.
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7 thoughts on “Two Things”

  1. You forgot:

    3. Not being able to reinforce your meaning with physical or vocal force! Which is why your nearest and dearest should provide you with adequate weaponry, and/or a small Mr. Microphone.

    Seriously, I'm very sorry about this. When I was incapacitated, my mom was kinda smothery in some ways, but not in letting me do stuff that I could do. (Standing and watching, yeah, forcing help, no.) Having even a little control in an uncontrolled situation helps a lot.

  2. Hehe, thankfully (or sadly) my ability to be loud isn't impacted. I'm trying not to lose my temper, because folks are trying so hard to be nice and help, and I'm not the only one short on sleep.

  3. Well, I suppose you could embrace the matriarchal rulership of it all. I mean, you're going to have plenty of time being stuck doing it all yourself, and I guess Jeeves isn't going to show up to do it all perfectly for you. :)

    Of course, if Jeeves were around, you'd either have to be one of those good-hearted but probably-screechy Wodehouse chicks, or Nora Charles drinking her way through motherhood on something stronger than hoppy beer. And that too would have its disadvantages.

    Hope you are feeling better and knitting together well. Make them feed you lots of chocolate to brighten your mood. Heck, maybe everyone should be having chocolate. :)

  4. Just as c-section, Gino– Duchess has arrived! (Elf chose her nom d'cyber.) I haven't gotten any pictures up yet is all….

    Since they gutted me this time too, I can't lift over ten pounds, can't drive, and I walk like I've been sucker-punched unless I'm on pain killers. (I don't really hurt, just aware of the damage, so I try not to use them. Important distinction– I'm very lucky about that aspect, and I know it.)

    Of course, if Jeeves were around, you'd either have to be one of those good-hearted but probably-screechy Wodehouse chicks, or Nora Charles drinking her way through motherhood on something stronger than hoppy beer.

    I got to have a glass of wine-and-tonic two days ago!

    Wait, that's not what you meant? ;^p

    I keep meaning to read the stories with Jeeves in them…have the recommendation somewhere when someone pointed out that they helped inspire the Girl Genius world.

    I get to have carnation instant breakfast, made with coffee, plus a scoop of mocha mix for breakfast– grander than kings, be we!

  5. Heh, ummmm Foxy baby, uhhhhh… Maybe you can get Elf to choose another nom d'cyber? Gonna keep reminding me of my best friend who passed (that I keep using as my gravatar). Heh.

    And dangit, girl, you need to post all the particulars here and over there so all your blogfriends can heap praises on you. And you know Dana is gonna want pics and hope you gave your baby the real name “Dana”.

  6. I'll explain it to you in an email– although if you can come up with a better one, I'd be glad to suggest it to him, since I keep trying to type “dutchess.” *headdesk*

    *laughs* Yeah, yeah he will. I seem to remember he suggested it six months ago when I mentioned it. (I tend to TRY to promptly stop talking about it, too.)

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