Post-Op… No, Not THAT Kind of Post-Op

My face currently resembles what would happen if Jeannie Little went completely over the edge, and began wildly swiping her own blood on her face as makeup. Yessir, I’m back from the hospital after my nose operation.

Before the operation, I’d over-ambitiously planned all sorts of books to read, housework to tidy up, basically make the most of my time off. This has proven rather difficult to do when there’s goop of a consistency and colour that disturbs even me constantly sliding out of my nostrils. The good ol’ Panadeine Forte has knocked me for six, too… although I have started reading Courtney Love’s diaries while on the painkillers, and surprisingly, they’re actually making a lot of sense in my current mental state.

Painkillers are always good for inspiration, though. Despite the pain, I’ve found time to work on my grand plan for a Christian-based hip-hop group to take the Big Day Out by storm this summer: the Hillsong Hoods. Hey, it seemed like a good idea while I’ve been on medication!

Bah, I can barely type properly at all. Back to the couch so I can consume more of Courtney Love’s berko rantings. See you on the other side of all this…

Tagged as: Injuries, Pain