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So, I got my wisdom teeth out on Thursday. And it was actually really bad. I've had a lot of oral surgery and I was expecting to be fine with it, but I was not. But! In my defense, there were other issues and as soon as those settled out, the pain and difficulty was about what I expected and I was able to handle it. So, if you have yet to get your wisdom teeth out, don't get freaked out. You'll probably have an easier time of it than me. But then, like I said, I'm used to dental issues, so that probably helped balance things out (4 root canals, 2 caps, 11 teeth pulled, several cavities, as well as orthodontic work - just normal stuff, though - and getting my gum lowered).
But there were, like, three things that made the first 3 hours or so afterwards particularly bad. First off, I'm told that they were pretty severely impacted. I apparently have a very small mouth and my dad got two wisdom teeth out right after me and they told him my surgery was on the rougher side, that it was a lot of work to get them out. Which is, whatever, I don't know. The teeth weren't coming in or anything, which apparently means I don't have craters in my mouth. It doesn't make sense, but it's nice. The stitches are just all over crazy, though, it seems.
The first major problem for me, though, was my reaction to the general anaesthesia. Which I've never gone under before. I'm not quite sure what happened. . . if it was all just a mental thing or what. Obviously my memories of the time are pretty confused. I didn't vomit or feel physically ill at all. I don't remember how my mouth felt when I first woke up, but at least I don't remember a lot of pain. But I do think I was semi-conscious or something, during perhaps the end of the surgery? I distinctly remember making noise. Like, I think in my memories i'm in the chair and there's people around, you know, i figure I am actually remembering the surgery vaguely, and I remember vocally expressing distress. What I definitely remember for sure is that when I was waking up, before I had fully regained consciousness, they were wiping tears off my cheeks. Possibly also wetness from the surgery, but it wasn't blood or anything so presumably nothing was leaking out of my mouth because any saliva would have been bloody. And I remember being teary. Cos after that I did sort of keep crying. And mom said she thought it was cos I was in pain or something, but I wasn't at all, it was all shakiness from the whole anaesthesia situation. Yeah, cos after that I felt really vulnerable and confused and a bit distressed and unsure why - I guess shaky might be the best word. But I also, like, knew what was going on of course and I was trying to show my mom and the dental people that I was fine - because physically I felt fine, and I guess I wanted to be a good patient (I like being a good patient, especially dentally). So it was all weird.
My sister got her wisdom teeth out three years ago (even though we're twins - my entire mouth is just ridiculously slow, hence a certain amount of my dental experience) and she went under a general anaesthesia and she says she just remembers waking up and looking at the teeth in her hand. I didn't get my teeth, by the way, but whatevs. lol. Anyway, for me, it felt a lot like waking up from a nightmare. Like, a lot. Only vague memories, but the predominant one is a feeling of distress, and that feeling lingers after waking, and the memories themselves, though vague, are somewhat disturbing.
I mean, I'm sure I'm not the only person this happens to, and at least I didn't have a terrible physical reaction to it, nor did I actually come awake during the surgery to the extent that I was aware of the pain in my mouth, and I'm pretty much used to waking up from a nightmare (although the combination of just having had surgery and being surrounded by strangers meant the effects lingered a bit) so it's not really a big deal or anything. But it was unexpected, and I don't know how normal or unusual it was, or why it happened.
Anyway, all that was pretty much done with by the time we left the surgeon's office, although it didn't really leave me in the strongest frame of mind. What happened next is that the gauze became the bane of my existence. Oh god. A large part of this is, again, a Laura-specific problem. It may have been uncomfortable against the stitches, but I actually don't remember it being so - presumably that area was numbed. What happened to me is that the gauze pressed down on some of my back teeth that have problems (also, I have TMJ problems that were/are acting up. ::sigh::). The pressure against them was. . . pretty unpleasant. It wasn't toothache unpleasant, but it was bad. And in general, the way the gauze filled and stretched my mouth when my cheeks already felt sore and stretched was bad as well. The first time I changed the gauze, my mom was there. And I got really frustrated and just felt like it maybe wasn't in the right place, and it rubbed against my tongue on the inside in a way I didn't like and just generally felt terrible. Then, my mom went back with dad to take care of his stuff, and I changed the gauze again on my own. And I just lost it. Even when mom was there I was on the verge of tears and my hands were shaking. When I was alone in the house, there was no reason to hide my frustration - cos that's mostly what it was. So I just walked around the house shouting and crying at the top of my lungs, more or less. Just let it all out. XD I knew if my parents were still there I would have had to have controlled myself, and I was glad to be on my own because it's not like my parents could have helped with the stupid gauze situation and I might have ended up lashing out at them. So anyway, I did eventually put another set of gauze in, but after forty-five minutes or an hour, when I was next supposed to change it, I decided to just give up on the gauze. Mom had called and said if I ate, I could start my pill regimen, so I took out the gauze to eat (applesauce) and then just left it out. But I had to wait half an hour before I could take the vicodin. That was a REALLY long half-hour. I was watching Buffy but I was really tired and everything just seemed to be going really slowly. Then it took the pill a while to kick in! Argh.
But! After all that, everything's been fine. My muscles are still sore but all the wounds seem to be healing with no problems. It hurts a bit to smile but it's basically what I expected recovering from wisdom teeth would be like and it's pretty easy. I only took 3 vicodin, I think. I took one four hours after the first one, but then I didn't take another before I went to sleep (even though I maybe should have, but I was so tired that I was able to get to sleep fine anyway, which is what I figured would happen). Then I took one the next morning but I haven't had to do so since. I mean, I would have felt better if I had but I'd prefer not to. Plus the pills are large and hard to swallow. XD And yesterday I just sort of slept most of the day, and every time I woke up I felt a bit better. And the swelling is almost gone.
So, that's what's up with my mouth.
In body issues, I've had to do a lot more doctor-stuff this summer than ever before, because - thankfully - I've very rarely been seriously sick. What happened this summer is that I had eczema, just flaky skin below my eyebrows and a sort of itchy red patch on my chest. But it persisted for over a month, so we figured we should go to the doctor, get me checked out in general and see if I need to see a dermatologist. Turned out she was able to just prescribe hydrocortisone for me right away, which has really cleared everything up, pretty much. The problem is, there was also eczema on my right nipple. Which is a part of why I was like "I want to see a doctor" instead of just seeing if things went away, even though I didn't actually really mention it to anyone (except my doctor) cos they didn't need to know. Also, the fact that it was flaking over my eyes was incredibly annoying and sometimes fairly noticeable, so I wanted that taken care of. But anyway, yeah. To be a little graphic, my nipple was somewhat hard and there was also a little flaking. It was not as weird as I thought it would be, to have the doctor examine it. She was, you know, professional. And very quick. (Also, I was wondering about the logisitics - she just tore the front of my paper dress open. XD By the way, that dress could have fit four of me. Apparently I'm still exactly 5 foot, 4 3/4 inches. And around 107 pounds? The nurse left me on my own so I started balancing the scale and then she came back and was like "OK! 107!" I was like "It was. . . it was still settling!" XD I don't trust my ability to balance a scale)
Anyway, my family has a history of breast cancer, so she wanted to get this checked out. Which means I had to go for a breast sonogram. O_O Like what they do with pregnancies, where you get the gel smeared on your stomach and then the little thing that looks like a computer mouse goes over it and images go up on a screen (I didn't get to see the screen). That was. . . weird. But again, not as weird as I thought it would be. My head was tilted back quite a bit, so I couldn't see my chest - so I wasn't fully aware that I was topless (or half topless - paper dress that opened from the front) in front of two strange women. Plus, I don't actually have nudity issues. The whole thing felt pretty much totally medical. I may go to the gynocologist later this summer for the first time if I'm not getting my period for when we've scheduled the appointment, and I hope any type of internal exam has the same sort of feel. My worry is that I do tend to get quite wet, and I'd feel gross if I was, you know, leaking white fluid all over everything. Anyway! XD The gel was warm, so that wasn't too much of an issue. It felt odd when the little sensor thing was actually pressing down directly over my nipple, but it wasn't painful or arousing in any way.
The thing is, I'm super, super ticklish. It was OK if the doctor (radiologist? I don't know) started the stroke on my breast and sort of firmly worked down towards my armpit, I could basically handle that. But if there was any variation in pressure, or if she started closer to my armpit, I completely lost it. Total giggles. And then it was such a ridiculous place to be laughing, and even though the doctor said she'd just been doing a sonogram on someone's neck (eh?) and he was laughing the whole time (which I would be too, shit), she seemed a little bit like. . . it's hard to describe. Also I wasn't looking at her. But I got a little bit of a "Yaah! She's laughing! What's going on??" vibe. It was a sort of a thing where someone says something hilarious and totally doesn't realize it, because it's sci-fi and they "don't understand earth humor," or because they're old and out of the loop and don't know they've said something naughty or something. And on top of that, it was just such a ridiculous place to be laughing. SO, all that made me laugh more, cos I was genuinely amused. And then I'd get tickled some more, and then laugh some more, and then laugh at the laughing some more. So, you know. An intriguing experience. It was nice laughing, though. Sometimes I hear myself laugh and it sounds a bit cackle-esque or something, but this was really quality laughing. That said, if you tickle me, I'll never trust you again and will therefore never be able to be friends with you again. I pulled through cos it was a medical situation, but I HATE being tickled and actually do have nightmares about it. (When I went to see my doctor, I think I actually pushed her hands away.)
Anyway, sonograms leave a lot of goop on you. I used three paper towels, then a moist towelette, then another paper towel. Another sonogram side note - I had to hold my arm above my head, which was, you know, not what I wanted to be doing in terms of tickling, and I ended up gripping the headrest pretty firmly. But! I do like the way my breasts look when I raise my arms. Ahh, breasts. So awesome. I guess I pretty much like mine - they're small, but nice. But they are quite severely bell-shaped, and holding my arms up evens it out a little. I dunno. I don't actually think about my breasts that much. lol. Just thought I'd share.
So, my next thing is that I have to go see a breast surgeon for a follow-up from the sonogram, which is a little scary, and almost definitely going to lead to tickling. And then after all that, I go back to my doctor to conclude things.
I forgot to mention - the day I saw my doc and she gaev me referrals for the sonogram and the surgeon, she also said I had to get labs done, as well as a vaccine. For, I don't know. . . HPV, maybe? I should probably know. It turned out that the vaccine - which I got done that day, woo unexpected shot, was just the first of three shots needed to fully vaccinate me. And the next two had to be done 2 months and 6 months later. Well, 2 months after my doctor's appointment I'm going to be in Massachusetts. So glad they mentioned this two me. So I have to go on labor day weekend to get the second one, which will just be a bit early. Thankfully they're open that day, because before then mom and dad are going to be moving Katie into to her new house at Brandeis. Luckily the third one will be while I'm home over winter break.
I went to do the labs (blood and urine) the morning before my wisdom teeth surgery, because I had to fast for both. ::sigh:: I almost didn't have enough pee, but the blood taking went really easily, she didn't have to search around or anything. Actually, the nurse looked at my left arm, and immediately rejected it - the veins in my right arm were more visible. Which is good, because they put the anaesthesia IV in my left arm. Haha. It also involved my arm being put into a brace thing, the IV. I was a little turned on, but nevermind. . .
I'm just recording all this because a lot of it was new and intense and unexpected, and sometimes a bit scary and unpleasant. But none of it was a very big deal, and despite all the tests and everything, I'm pretty sure I don't have any actual major medical problems. So I'm not being all "Waaah, look how tough everything is, I want sympathy." There is no need for sympathy, just in case that's not clear. I'm cool. But I guess having to face all this medical stuff - which, as I said, is more unusual for me than the dental stuff - is part of the new feelings of adulthood that I discussed in my previous entry. Gaining new experiences so that in the future I'll be able to handle stuff. That's good. And I'm also really learning to value my health. Hopefully it'll last.
On that note, I'm going to go make myself some chicken noodle soup. I think I can handle it. I had scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes last night, which were very tasty and also of nutritional substance (I've had some yogurt but also a lot of pudding and jello. My poop is just going to be fucked, isn't it?). I was supposed to wait to eat hot foods until the wound is ok, I think. And I'm pretty sure the wounds themselves are fine, it just the muscles in my cheeks that are sore, and something warm will feel nice on them. Although I will let it cool a bit more than I usually would. And I think I'll be fine with the noodles.
Ah! Also! I went to BOOK OFF, a second-hand Japanese bookstore that has a branch near Grand Central (right near the steam explosion, actually. . .), on Tuesday (the day before the explosion. . .) and bought myself 3 copies of Myojo and one Duet and a V6 CD - actually, a Tonisen CD. It wouldn't have been my first choice but most of the JE stuff was sold out except for the only other CD I've bought already, Kanjani8's FTO, and a Takki & Tsubasa CD. And I'm happy to give this CD a try, it was only 10 dollars for a full CD plus the leaflet is a poster and I will be happy to have some Sakamoto, Nagano and Innochi on my wall (in addition to all the beautiful pages I plan on removing from the magazines). It was overwhelming at first, but I quickly figured out how to find what I wanted and I'm really excited with my purchases. I want to go back on Monday to look for more magazines, if the subways are running and everything.
Oh, that's right! Cos on Monday I'm going to Gracie Mansion for the Mayor's summer intern BBQ. I normally wouldn't go, as I've already been twice, but Corey (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bastet88) is working for the city this summer and will be going, so I'm coming along. Plus, it's fun and hilarious to meet the mayor. I worry I'll have to bring my own soft foods, though. We'll see.
I also want to write about what a great time I had on my birthday with Katie and Corey and David but not Katie's boyfriend David, friend David, and Charles but more than that I want to make soup and end this entry.
But there were, like, three things that made the first 3 hours or so afterwards particularly bad. First off, I'm told that they were pretty severely impacted. I apparently have a very small mouth and my dad got two wisdom teeth out right after me and they told him my surgery was on the rougher side, that it was a lot of work to get them out. Which is, whatever, I don't know. The teeth weren't coming in or anything, which apparently means I don't have craters in my mouth. It doesn't make sense, but it's nice. The stitches are just all over crazy, though, it seems.
The first major problem for me, though, was my reaction to the general anaesthesia. Which I've never gone under before. I'm not quite sure what happened. . . if it was all just a mental thing or what. Obviously my memories of the time are pretty confused. I didn't vomit or feel physically ill at all. I don't remember how my mouth felt when I first woke up, but at least I don't remember a lot of pain. But I do think I was semi-conscious or something, during perhaps the end of the surgery? I distinctly remember making noise. Like, I think in my memories i'm in the chair and there's people around, you know, i figure I am actually remembering the surgery vaguely, and I remember vocally expressing distress. What I definitely remember for sure is that when I was waking up, before I had fully regained consciousness, they were wiping tears off my cheeks. Possibly also wetness from the surgery, but it wasn't blood or anything so presumably nothing was leaking out of my mouth because any saliva would have been bloody. And I remember being teary. Cos after that I did sort of keep crying. And mom said she thought it was cos I was in pain or something, but I wasn't at all, it was all shakiness from the whole anaesthesia situation. Yeah, cos after that I felt really vulnerable and confused and a bit distressed and unsure why - I guess shaky might be the best word. But I also, like, knew what was going on of course and I was trying to show my mom and the dental people that I was fine - because physically I felt fine, and I guess I wanted to be a good patient (I like being a good patient, especially dentally). So it was all weird.
My sister got her wisdom teeth out three years ago (even though we're twins - my entire mouth is just ridiculously slow, hence a certain amount of my dental experience) and she went under a general anaesthesia and she says she just remembers waking up and looking at the teeth in her hand. I didn't get my teeth, by the way, but whatevs. lol. Anyway, for me, it felt a lot like waking up from a nightmare. Like, a lot. Only vague memories, but the predominant one is a feeling of distress, and that feeling lingers after waking, and the memories themselves, though vague, are somewhat disturbing.
I mean, I'm sure I'm not the only person this happens to, and at least I didn't have a terrible physical reaction to it, nor did I actually come awake during the surgery to the extent that I was aware of the pain in my mouth, and I'm pretty much used to waking up from a nightmare (although the combination of just having had surgery and being surrounded by strangers meant the effects lingered a bit) so it's not really a big deal or anything. But it was unexpected, and I don't know how normal or unusual it was, or why it happened.
Anyway, all that was pretty much done with by the time we left the surgeon's office, although it didn't really leave me in the strongest frame of mind. What happened next is that the gauze became the bane of my existence. Oh god. A large part of this is, again, a Laura-specific problem. It may have been uncomfortable against the stitches, but I actually don't remember it being so - presumably that area was numbed. What happened to me is that the gauze pressed down on some of my back teeth that have problems (also, I have TMJ problems that were/are acting up. ::sigh::). The pressure against them was. . . pretty unpleasant. It wasn't toothache unpleasant, but it was bad. And in general, the way the gauze filled and stretched my mouth when my cheeks already felt sore and stretched was bad as well. The first time I changed the gauze, my mom was there. And I got really frustrated and just felt like it maybe wasn't in the right place, and it rubbed against my tongue on the inside in a way I didn't like and just generally felt terrible. Then, my mom went back with dad to take care of his stuff, and I changed the gauze again on my own. And I just lost it. Even when mom was there I was on the verge of tears and my hands were shaking. When I was alone in the house, there was no reason to hide my frustration - cos that's mostly what it was. So I just walked around the house shouting and crying at the top of my lungs, more or less. Just let it all out. XD I knew if my parents were still there I would have had to have controlled myself, and I was glad to be on my own because it's not like my parents could have helped with the stupid gauze situation and I might have ended up lashing out at them. So anyway, I did eventually put another set of gauze in, but after forty-five minutes or an hour, when I was next supposed to change it, I decided to just give up on the gauze. Mom had called and said if I ate, I could start my pill regimen, so I took out the gauze to eat (applesauce) and then just left it out. But I had to wait half an hour before I could take the vicodin. That was a REALLY long half-hour. I was watching Buffy but I was really tired and everything just seemed to be going really slowly. Then it took the pill a while to kick in! Argh.
But! After all that, everything's been fine. My muscles are still sore but all the wounds seem to be healing with no problems. It hurts a bit to smile but it's basically what I expected recovering from wisdom teeth would be like and it's pretty easy. I only took 3 vicodin, I think. I took one four hours after the first one, but then I didn't take another before I went to sleep (even though I maybe should have, but I was so tired that I was able to get to sleep fine anyway, which is what I figured would happen). Then I took one the next morning but I haven't had to do so since. I mean, I would have felt better if I had but I'd prefer not to. Plus the pills are large and hard to swallow. XD And yesterday I just sort of slept most of the day, and every time I woke up I felt a bit better. And the swelling is almost gone.
So, that's what's up with my mouth.
In body issues, I've had to do a lot more doctor-stuff this summer than ever before, because - thankfully - I've very rarely been seriously sick. What happened this summer is that I had eczema, just flaky skin below my eyebrows and a sort of itchy red patch on my chest. But it persisted for over a month, so we figured we should go to the doctor, get me checked out in general and see if I need to see a dermatologist. Turned out she was able to just prescribe hydrocortisone for me right away, which has really cleared everything up, pretty much. The problem is, there was also eczema on my right nipple. Which is a part of why I was like "I want to see a doctor" instead of just seeing if things went away, even though I didn't actually really mention it to anyone (except my doctor) cos they didn't need to know. Also, the fact that it was flaking over my eyes was incredibly annoying and sometimes fairly noticeable, so I wanted that taken care of. But anyway, yeah. To be a little graphic, my nipple was somewhat hard and there was also a little flaking. It was not as weird as I thought it would be, to have the doctor examine it. She was, you know, professional. And very quick. (Also, I was wondering about the logisitics - she just tore the front of my paper dress open. XD By the way, that dress could have fit four of me. Apparently I'm still exactly 5 foot, 4 3/4 inches. And around 107 pounds? The nurse left me on my own so I started balancing the scale and then she came back and was like "OK! 107!" I was like "It was. . . it was still settling!" XD I don't trust my ability to balance a scale)
Anyway, my family has a history of breast cancer, so she wanted to get this checked out. Which means I had to go for a breast sonogram. O_O Like what they do with pregnancies, where you get the gel smeared on your stomach and then the little thing that looks like a computer mouse goes over it and images go up on a screen (I didn't get to see the screen). That was. . . weird. But again, not as weird as I thought it would be. My head was tilted back quite a bit, so I couldn't see my chest - so I wasn't fully aware that I was topless (or half topless - paper dress that opened from the front) in front of two strange women. Plus, I don't actually have nudity issues. The whole thing felt pretty much totally medical. I may go to the gynocologist later this summer for the first time if I'm not getting my period for when we've scheduled the appointment, and I hope any type of internal exam has the same sort of feel. My worry is that I do tend to get quite wet, and I'd feel gross if I was, you know, leaking white fluid all over everything. Anyway! XD The gel was warm, so that wasn't too much of an issue. It felt odd when the little sensor thing was actually pressing down directly over my nipple, but it wasn't painful or arousing in any way.
The thing is, I'm super, super ticklish. It was OK if the doctor (radiologist? I don't know) started the stroke on my breast and sort of firmly worked down towards my armpit, I could basically handle that. But if there was any variation in pressure, or if she started closer to my armpit, I completely lost it. Total giggles. And then it was such a ridiculous place to be laughing, and even though the doctor said she'd just been doing a sonogram on someone's neck (eh?) and he was laughing the whole time (which I would be too, shit), she seemed a little bit like. . . it's hard to describe. Also I wasn't looking at her. But I got a little bit of a "Yaah! She's laughing! What's going on??" vibe. It was a sort of a thing where someone says something hilarious and totally doesn't realize it, because it's sci-fi and they "don't understand earth humor," or because they're old and out of the loop and don't know they've said something naughty or something. And on top of that, it was just such a ridiculous place to be laughing. SO, all that made me laugh more, cos I was genuinely amused. And then I'd get tickled some more, and then laugh some more, and then laugh at the laughing some more. So, you know. An intriguing experience. It was nice laughing, though. Sometimes I hear myself laugh and it sounds a bit cackle-esque or something, but this was really quality laughing. That said, if you tickle me, I'll never trust you again and will therefore never be able to be friends with you again. I pulled through cos it was a medical situation, but I HATE being tickled and actually do have nightmares about it. (When I went to see my doctor, I think I actually pushed her hands away.)
Anyway, sonograms leave a lot of goop on you. I used three paper towels, then a moist towelette, then another paper towel. Another sonogram side note - I had to hold my arm above my head, which was, you know, not what I wanted to be doing in terms of tickling, and I ended up gripping the headrest pretty firmly. But! I do like the way my breasts look when I raise my arms. Ahh, breasts. So awesome. I guess I pretty much like mine - they're small, but nice. But they are quite severely bell-shaped, and holding my arms up evens it out a little. I dunno. I don't actually think about my breasts that much. lol. Just thought I'd share.
So, my next thing is that I have to go see a breast surgeon for a follow-up from the sonogram, which is a little scary, and almost definitely going to lead to tickling. And then after all that, I go back to my doctor to conclude things.
I forgot to mention - the day I saw my doc and she gaev me referrals for the sonogram and the surgeon, she also said I had to get labs done, as well as a vaccine. For, I don't know. . . HPV, maybe? I should probably know. It turned out that the vaccine - which I got done that day, woo unexpected shot, was just the first of three shots needed to fully vaccinate me. And the next two had to be done 2 months and 6 months later. Well, 2 months after my doctor's appointment I'm going to be in Massachusetts. So glad they mentioned this two me. So I have to go on labor day weekend to get the second one, which will just be a bit early. Thankfully they're open that day, because before then mom and dad are going to be moving Katie into to her new house at Brandeis. Luckily the third one will be while I'm home over winter break.
I went to do the labs (blood and urine) the morning before my wisdom teeth surgery, because I had to fast for both. ::sigh:: I almost didn't have enough pee, but the blood taking went really easily, she didn't have to search around or anything. Actually, the nurse looked at my left arm, and immediately rejected it - the veins in my right arm were more visible. Which is good, because they put the anaesthesia IV in my left arm. Haha. It also involved my arm being put into a brace thing, the IV. I was a little turned on, but nevermind. . .
I'm just recording all this because a lot of it was new and intense and unexpected, and sometimes a bit scary and unpleasant. But none of it was a very big deal, and despite all the tests and everything, I'm pretty sure I don't have any actual major medical problems. So I'm not being all "Waaah, look how tough everything is, I want sympathy." There is no need for sympathy, just in case that's not clear. I'm cool. But I guess having to face all this medical stuff - which, as I said, is more unusual for me than the dental stuff - is part of the new feelings of adulthood that I discussed in my previous entry. Gaining new experiences so that in the future I'll be able to handle stuff. That's good. And I'm also really learning to value my health. Hopefully it'll last.
On that note, I'm going to go make myself some chicken noodle soup. I think I can handle it. I had scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes last night, which were very tasty and also of nutritional substance (I've had some yogurt but also a lot of pudding and jello. My poop is just going to be fucked, isn't it?). I was supposed to wait to eat hot foods until the wound is ok, I think. And I'm pretty sure the wounds themselves are fine, it just the muscles in my cheeks that are sore, and something warm will feel nice on them. Although I will let it cool a bit more than I usually would. And I think I'll be fine with the noodles.
Ah! Also! I went to BOOK OFF, a second-hand Japanese bookstore that has a branch near Grand Central (right near the steam explosion, actually. . .), on Tuesday (the day before the explosion. . .) and bought myself 3 copies of Myojo and one Duet and a V6 CD - actually, a Tonisen CD. It wouldn't have been my first choice but most of the JE stuff was sold out except for the only other CD I've bought already, Kanjani8's FTO, and a Takki & Tsubasa CD. And I'm happy to give this CD a try, it was only 10 dollars for a full CD plus the leaflet is a poster and I will be happy to have some Sakamoto, Nagano and Innochi on my wall (in addition to all the beautiful pages I plan on removing from the magazines). It was overwhelming at first, but I quickly figured out how to find what I wanted and I'm really excited with my purchases. I want to go back on Monday to look for more magazines, if the subways are running and everything.
Oh, that's right! Cos on Monday I'm going to Gracie Mansion for the Mayor's summer intern BBQ. I normally wouldn't go, as I've already been twice, but Corey (
bastet88) is working for the city this summer and will be going, so I'm coming along. Plus, it's fun and hilarious to meet the mayor. I worry I'll have to bring my own soft foods, though. We'll see.I also want to write about what a great time I had on my birthday with Katie and Corey and David but not Katie's boyfriend David, friend David, and Charles but more than that I want to make soup and end this entry.
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Date: 2007-07-22 01:25 am (UTC)I can't help but be a little proud to hear that ;o; You won't regret it, I don't think-- in terms of musical ability and overall quality, their stuff is way better than Kamisen's, imo :x Anyway, which CD did you get?
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Date: 2007-07-22 03:53 am (UTC)By the way, the magazines I got were all around 2005 so they were full of V6 10 year anniversary stuff! Lots of nice photo spreads. Except one of them was during the Okada moustache period. ::sigh:: He looks so cute in your icon! (I also now have the original photo used for my icon! Huzzah! This is all very exciting for me.)