I think I covered the first 14 days in part one. So that is a start.
On the 15th, Tavendale made me wash and dress and go to a pub quiz - where I am pretty certain the only reason we didn't win was that the son of a family friend who was adding the scores did a poor job. I drank water while the rest of the team had fancy beers.
Then I spent four days at home in my PJs as three days out in a row had destroyed me - turns out slowly healing, being on tramadol and yelping every time you turn your head can really take it out of a guy.
Next time leaving the house was for D&D. Though due to everyone being tired we just played a Llama card game. It was pleasant.
Tuesday had my weekly brain poking, where he annoyed me more than I let on by asserting that my health problems might be my trauma manifesting. Telling chronically ill people that it is in their head (especially after years of testing to show it isn't psychological but very much of the meat) will not leave them in a good mood.
After that I went to the MedLabs place and retrieved my thyroid from histology. And unboxed it for Instagram like a totally normal person.....
Because I am totally normal.
It really just looks like butchery offal. But was also a bit heftier than I expected. How did all that fit in my neck.
Also by this point it had mostly stopped hurting to talk and my voice was sounding much more like my voice.
The next day I got my dressing changed again and the nurse went for a smaller one that would allow more movement. This resulted in a dressing placed so when it pulled it pulled on the wound itself. So I was in rather a lot of pain at the quiz Tavendale invited me to that night. But fortunately we won due to the score being added by someone who could add.
The next day, after lazily playing Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous all day, I was reminded only minutes before Firmin was due to arrive and get me that I had dinner plans with him, Simon and Joe. I managed a superfast shower that was apparently good enough as no one called me out for being stinky, and was dressed within three minutes of being reminded what was happening.
Dinner was nice enough, people talking while I slowly ate chicken and tried not to let on how uncomfortable things were. Then we went back to Simon's (though via Firmin's, a place I haven't seen in a very long time) and they let me pick the film, so I picked something I knew Simon would enjoy and Firmin would enjoy to hate: Happy Death Day. It went down as I expected.
Last Friday I had lunch with Midget, was nice to catch up with her after not seeing her in ages., And to thank her for the week of premade meals she had ordered for me while I was in early recovery. My Food Bag does pretty tolerable premade meals. I may buy some more for myself.
On Saturday I went to Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings with Tavendale. I really enjoyed the movie.
And now that I am less than a week behind I am off to do things with my day....
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