I’m Just Here For The Pie

Well, it’s the day after Thanksgiving. And boy, am I relieved that it’s over.

I mean, Thanksgiving is great and all, but in my position it’s just awkward. See, I’m very hypersensitive(more on that in a future post) and one of the biggest ways this manifests is when it comes to food. Taste, texture, whatever it happens to be–most of the food I’ve encountered in my life I have utterly despised… it’s simply unpalatable. It makes life very difficult.

And Thanksgiving is basically a food holiday. That’s pretty much it. There’s reasons behind it and all, but the big thing that happens on Thanksgiving is that people eat…

…WHY?!

Anyway, I’m sure you can see why this is awkward. For example, yesterday the food didn’t all fit on the table, and I ate three things, not counting dessert. Count ’em–three. That was all I could handle. Thankfully they were three very delicious things, but still–that should serve as an indicator of how serious this problem is.

Luckily, dessert was also delicious. *winks*

 

In short, in case any of you looked at the world around you and asked ‘What do I have to be thankful for this year?’ the answer is that your taste buds don’t hate you(unless you’re like me and they do, in which case, well, you know what I’m talking about). That is what you can be thankful for. Take my word for it, your life would be a lot harder otherwise.

But also, be thankful for pumpkin pie, because that stuff is great.

Guess Who’s Back, Back Again

As you’ve probably already guessed, Locked Girl has returned from surgery… Locked Girl is, of course, still in the hospital. But she is alive, for those of you who might have grown concerned… Rather sore, but alive, and mostly fine. And not crooked anymore!

…Being on painkillers has certainly been… interesting. I’ve been somewhere between slightly loopy and fast asleep for the past several days now… and I’m definitely tired, my vision keeps blurring. This is unnatural.

*commence yawning*

But yeah, long story short, my back hurts, my stomach is kind of swollen, and I am in rather severe discomfort at the moment. There is basically nowhere that I can get comfortable. Which is only to be expected, I suppose, since I’m in this state. By which, of course, I mean ‘the state of recovering from major surgery’, not the state in which I live or the one in which I currently reside. As if that wasn’t enough, the drugs have been making it nearly impossible to write properly, which is insanely frustrating. Spelling and grammar mistakes are my enemies. And yet they keep popping up like a particularly persistent pestilence. For example, just a little while ago I first wrote ‘dedide’ instead of ‘reside’. How did I manage this fantastic error? I wish I knew. Instead, all I know is that writing on drugs is difficult. Don’t try it at home, kids. For everyone’s sake.