ghosts in the corner of my eye
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myurbandreami have the house to myself and it is SO creepy... i'm not taking calls and i'm not answering the door, so i'm completely isolated. i'm all done packing too, and it's not even 11am yet!!! *indignant* i always wonder why it takes everyone else in my family so long to pack, when i can pack for a week in like half an hour. yeesh. you'd think with the amount of traveling my family has done, they'd all be experts, but no~o...
well, i keep expecting to find my family about the house. i'm so used to being isolated in a full house that it's weird not to hear my sister playing in her room with a friend or hear donny puttering around on his computer on the other side of my bedroom wall. i go downstairs and i can't see my dad in the backyard but i expect to find him right there in his chair on the patio anyways. and when i step out of my room i can't see my mom doing laundry, but i can't hear her doing things downstairs either. and of course paddy isn't barking at pedestrians and i can't follow her around the house by the sound of her collar jingling. it's so odd; i'm used to being alone in my room, and everyone in my family is independant; we all do our own thing, but we do it all together, y'know? so now that i actually am the only one here, it's weird to not be able to go outside or upstairs and find someone quietly doing something. it's like ghosts in the back of my hearing or in the corner of my eye, i expect them to be there and then they aren't. *shivers*
in other news, my wounds have pretty well closed over now. the stitches by my eye stopped oozing yesterday afternoon, and everything is starting to scab over. i've stopped with the hot cloth, bad me. i need to go do that. my antibi pills are still gross, an inch long and as big around as my pinky finger. and they still taste yucky, and i still have to take them every twelve hours at noon and midnight. actually, i can hardly feel the cuts anymore. when i woke up this morning i actually rubbed my face before realizing that the things scratching my palm were stitches. *shudders* i had to go soak my face in a hot cloth for ten minutes to make sure i hadn't infected anything. the scabs are all black and dark red-brown, the color of dried blood and fresh cuts. i've got one on my chin that dr gadaria missed when he was cleaning everything out, where bruce nicked me. and he got me below my bottom lip too, but that one's the smallest of all the cuts. you can kind of see the way his head was tilted when he bit me; the ones in the corner of my eye were the front middle teeth, and his canines hit my cheek- further into my face than my nose, but the canines are longer. the one on the bottom of my chin is probably from his bottom teeth, and i bet the one by my lip is where his canine nicked me as his mouth was closing again. i think it looks pretty cool. well, it sucks that the black thread of the stitches is blending into the cuts, because it looks more gruesome and i don't want to freak out any kids or anything when i go to the airport tomorrow. but i still think i'll have some really awesome scars. actually, i'll be disappointed if i don't, because the whole point of having scars is so people can see them and ask about them, and then i get to tell the story over again. or, if chari's with me, i can just say, "well, charissa had this rotweiler..." and let her tell the story.
anyway, i'm about to go put that warm cloth back on my face. it feels so~o good... the object is to get the blood moving a bit faster to encourage healing, and to keep bacteria and all from growing in the cuts. dr gadaria had to leave the stitches a bit loose when he sewed me up because it was a bite- they're deeper than they are wide, as cuts go, so when they ooze, you want the gross stuff to come out into the air easily, rather than be locked beneath the skin and go deep into the wound. mine was oozing, which is good. ^___^ also kinda gross, like perpetually having sleep in the corner of your eye, but it's all bloody. yech! i ended up getting q-tips to clean it out of the corner of my eye, and that worked so well that i used them to get all the excess blood and gunk off all the cuts, cause they all let a little blood out at the seams, y'know? and i think i pulled one of the stitches by my eyebrow- it's pulling the corner of my eye all out of shape the way he sewed it, and every time i try to raise my eyebrow it hurts. but i was looking at the stitches in the mirror this morning and there was a bit of blood, so i think i may have pulled it loose a bit. but i dunno the first thing about stitches, and i think pulling a stitch might hurt more than this did. all in all, i'm just guessing- which is why i have an appointment with dr gadaria tomorrow morning, so he can tell me.
so now i've burned a whole... twenty-five minutes, writing this entry. i'm waiting for twelve to roll around, so i can eat lunch, take my pill, put the fish back in their shiny clean bowl, get the mail, and start watching movies. movies all day!!!! yay!!!!
well, i keep expecting to find my family about the house. i'm so used to being isolated in a full house that it's weird not to hear my sister playing in her room with a friend or hear donny puttering around on his computer on the other side of my bedroom wall. i go downstairs and i can't see my dad in the backyard but i expect to find him right there in his chair on the patio anyways. and when i step out of my room i can't see my mom doing laundry, but i can't hear her doing things downstairs either. and of course paddy isn't barking at pedestrians and i can't follow her around the house by the sound of her collar jingling. it's so odd; i'm used to being alone in my room, and everyone in my family is independant; we all do our own thing, but we do it all together, y'know? so now that i actually am the only one here, it's weird to not be able to go outside or upstairs and find someone quietly doing something. it's like ghosts in the back of my hearing or in the corner of my eye, i expect them to be there and then they aren't. *shivers*
in other news, my wounds have pretty well closed over now. the stitches by my eye stopped oozing yesterday afternoon, and everything is starting to scab over. i've stopped with the hot cloth, bad me. i need to go do that. my antibi pills are still gross, an inch long and as big around as my pinky finger. and they still taste yucky, and i still have to take them every twelve hours at noon and midnight. actually, i can hardly feel the cuts anymore. when i woke up this morning i actually rubbed my face before realizing that the things scratching my palm were stitches. *shudders* i had to go soak my face in a hot cloth for ten minutes to make sure i hadn't infected anything. the scabs are all black and dark red-brown, the color of dried blood and fresh cuts. i've got one on my chin that dr gadaria missed when he was cleaning everything out, where bruce nicked me. and he got me below my bottom lip too, but that one's the smallest of all the cuts. you can kind of see the way his head was tilted when he bit me; the ones in the corner of my eye were the front middle teeth, and his canines hit my cheek- further into my face than my nose, but the canines are longer. the one on the bottom of my chin is probably from his bottom teeth, and i bet the one by my lip is where his canine nicked me as his mouth was closing again. i think it looks pretty cool. well, it sucks that the black thread of the stitches is blending into the cuts, because it looks more gruesome and i don't want to freak out any kids or anything when i go to the airport tomorrow. but i still think i'll have some really awesome scars. actually, i'll be disappointed if i don't, because the whole point of having scars is so people can see them and ask about them, and then i get to tell the story over again. or, if chari's with me, i can just say, "well, charissa had this rotweiler..." and let her tell the story.
anyway, i'm about to go put that warm cloth back on my face. it feels so~o good... the object is to get the blood moving a bit faster to encourage healing, and to keep bacteria and all from growing in the cuts. dr gadaria had to leave the stitches a bit loose when he sewed me up because it was a bite- they're deeper than they are wide, as cuts go, so when they ooze, you want the gross stuff to come out into the air easily, rather than be locked beneath the skin and go deep into the wound. mine was oozing, which is good. ^___^ also kinda gross, like perpetually having sleep in the corner of your eye, but it's all bloody. yech! i ended up getting q-tips to clean it out of the corner of my eye, and that worked so well that i used them to get all the excess blood and gunk off all the cuts, cause they all let a little blood out at the seams, y'know? and i think i pulled one of the stitches by my eyebrow- it's pulling the corner of my eye all out of shape the way he sewed it, and every time i try to raise my eyebrow it hurts. but i was looking at the stitches in the mirror this morning and there was a bit of blood, so i think i may have pulled it loose a bit. but i dunno the first thing about stitches, and i think pulling a stitch might hurt more than this did. all in all, i'm just guessing- which is why i have an appointment with dr gadaria tomorrow morning, so he can tell me.
so now i've burned a whole... twenty-five minutes, writing this entry. i'm waiting for twelve to roll around, so i can eat lunch, take my pill, put the fish back in their shiny clean bowl, get the mail, and start watching movies. movies all day!!!! yay!!!!
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Yum...Scabby Jenny
Date: 2006-06-29 07:02 pm (UTC)And now, a moment in my life,
Jack wants to go outside with me to the Cat Hollow MUD park or the park by Great Oaks and have fun under the OZONE WARNING. So, you know the fun I'm having trying to tell a six year old boy that outside is really gross and stinky for today, when I'm talking to a six year old boy who bathes twice a month and sweats after five minutes of running around outside. Its hard to convince him that today is not a good day and also that he can't play Kingdom Hearts 2 today because he called Sephiroth "Stupid" and almost broke my nose with his feet flailing in the air while I tryed to calm him down and stopped him from kicking my TV. He get's very animated while playing videogames, he'll start to roll around in disk chair untill he's upside down just playing and then he'll ask me why his neck hurts so much.
Re: Yum...Scabby Jenny
Date: 2006-06-29 08:52 pm (UTC)what the heck does ozone action day do anyways?
Re: Yum...Scabby Jenny
Date: 2006-06-29 08:56 pm (UTC)Re: Yum...Scabby Jenny
Date: 2006-07-01 05:31 pm (UTC)English: bad air, don't make it worse by driving everywhere for no reason...
Re: Yum...Scabby Jenny
Date: 2006-07-01 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-29 07:25 pm (UTC)