it’s been hurting pretty bad for the past couple of days
as long as i don’t move i’ll be fine [damn you bladder]
i am way beyond over this and about to go stir crazy!
so it’s time for OPERATION CHEER ABISOLA UP
here’s out the works: do/say/make/send/buy [jk to the last one…sorta, lol] something to cheer me up
see that’s simple enough :)
i’ll be waiting

good morning :) playing w/ the ipad2 camera [man the quality blows]

missing the braids
@ layo’s birthday dinner - september ‘11

back seat chillin’

[rough]

i want to be a mover, shaker, creator, influencer, but alas i am stuck in dreamer mode, lacking inspiration, direction and while battling laziness, maybe a by product of the former. what should i do? am i getting too old for this? the other day i decided i wanted to just do a data entry job [lol]. sit behind a desk, punch numbers €€€€[or letters], punch a clock and head home. no goals, no pressures, no responsibilties but i know i am more than that. or is it like my episode realizing although i want to be a social butterfly i wasn’t which resulted in crippling anxiety in social situations. it is laughable now to think of the many unnecessarily uncomfortable situations i have found myself in, all created by factors in my mind, or subject to external factors at all [or ones normal human being lol]. am i making too big an issue of this? i think i just want it to be easier. don’t we all

however i have arrived at one sure realization : i don’t want to be a wedding planner. i will stick to my commitments but this is not it.

attempting to sleep comfortably with this blasted thing is like trying to…trying to…i dunno what it’s like but it is gosh darn impossible. so i shall wrestle with these blasted pillows, shifting and shuffling till sleep takes pity on me and allows me to finally drift away. night night

look what arrived on my birthday last week, my new warby parker glasses! decided to go with #2, thatcher frames but in tortoise. didn’t take them that long to deliver, just took me that long to order. 

practicing my sexy wink, you like? [tee hee]

already looking forward to being really back on my feet. why did i think it would be easier the second time around?

so its been 2 days since i have been home and so far the pain had definitely subsided from the excruciating pain i felt at the hospital. my foot however feels so swollen it might actually pop. the feeling is so uncomfortable, even propping it up on 4 pillows does nothing. hopefully i can make it to my first post-op appointment this friday, which will also be the first screw turning. [and so it begins. yipe!] its only going to be 4mm so it won’t hurt that bad right? after all is said and done it will be approximately 4cm in total added. my legs will be even then so hopefully that will minimize the discomfort in my walking. the drugs keep making me drowsy so i drift in and out, like this very moment where i am finding completing sentences somewhat difficult.

ignore the iodine yellow stained toenails

look who’s back def didn’t miss you ex-fix but i guess i should be glad to have you back. now if we could only get my damn pain under control so i could go home!

laughing at myself attempting to take a good pre-op pic [lol].