State of the Me

Couldn't sleep at all last night--a combination of pre-check-up stress and continual exquisite bowel-pain (things have kept moving, thank God, but my already-existing haemerrhoids are lodging protest pretty much every damn time). The check-up itself went fairly well, aside from discovering that parts of my left boob are still "sort of open", which is really not something you ever want to hear in reference to your underwire area, let alone your nipple; they replaced my dressings, then informed me that the "tensor bandage" I'd been sent home with was nothing of the sort, which is why I'm now using an clinchy abdominal back-brace/wound-shield thing as a sort of modified corset. Off and on, I add a sports bra to sop up seepage if I intend to go outside: Fun. None of these components will end up looking too nice, probably, but ask me if I care.

Otherwise: The seasonal cold has finally descended on T.O., which is annoying. I'm bored and exhausted, in equal measures. Thought some more about the beginning of A Rope..., though, and have a nice little outline for the first couple of chapters; I'm hoping to strike while the iron is hot and yet also defeat some expectations along the way, for maximum fun and trouble. The prospect of more Mesach Love is making me very happy in general, especially since I realize this will be he and Morrow's first encounter together.

Okay, that's it. Drugs, bed.