Marn's Big Adventure

Thursday, Sept. 23, 2004
Dear Diary:

Day 2, and things are looking up.

Yesterday I felt as if I had been run over by three transport trucks, the final truck hurtling my lifeless body in front of a speeding train to be dismembered into chunks small enough to be dragged home by the average house cat.

(If this is not the longest circumlocution to take you to the phrase, �I felt like something the cat dragged home� then we here at MarnCo�the ruthless multinational behind The Big Adventure�will refund your money.)

Oh.

Wait.

You don�t pay any money.

Nevermind.

I think the absolute low point was mid afternoon when my black eye had almost swollen shut. I had one of those headaches that makes you question why the skull doesn�t come with a flip top because, really, wouldn�t it be simpler if you could reach in and tear out offending bits of brain and fling them against the wall?

Then it hit me that although I normally drink mass quantities of water, Tuesday I�d drunk almost nothing because I never knew when they�d call me in for surgery. Then yesterday I was feeling so craptastic that I hadn�t chugged back the normal three liters or so either.

Within a hour of starting to drink water, the headache evaporated. I grabbed a hat, slathered sunscreen on the bits of me that aren�t bandaged, put on a long sleeved shirt and went for a leisurely walk. The combination of water and getting my body moving again paid off.

The swelling is down markedly. I still look as if I was run over by a truck, but it looks like the work of a kindler, gentler truck. As the surgeon promised, today I don�t have pain. He said he�d tied my stitches and arranged my bandages to absorb pressure in such a way that I should be comfortable by now, and he�s right.

Bye bye Percocet. It was fun while it lasted.

I can�t put my reading glasses on my nose, it just hurts too much, so I can�t work. You can well imagine my distress at this. No. Really. I mean it.

I went out for a great four mile walk this morning and enjoyed the glory of the autumn colours, which have almost peaked in our valley.

A guy driving past me on the road did an obvious double take when he got up close and saw my face. I felt like yelling that great line from Elephant Man: �I am not an animal� but I figured the allusion would be lost, so I just waved cheerily.

So yeah, still look terrible, but feel a big plenty better. The downside to this is that it looks as if I might actually be forced to do housework to fill the rest of my day. I know. I am as appalled by this turn of events as you are.

The spousal unit has already offered to head into town tomorrow to hunt and gather groceries, but I figure by then the last of yesterday�s Percocet will be washed out of my system and I should be safe to drive.

I had kind of considered hiding out here until I looked less like road kill, but I�ve decided that people might as well see me now. If I scare even one person I know into being more careful about sun exposure than I was, then my own embarrassment at being a one woman freak show will be totally worth it.

That�s what I�m telling myself now. We�ll see how I feel about that after tomorrow.

I want to thank my three loyal readers for the good wishes. I know it feels goofy when you read the words of someone�s on-line journal and they ask you for a �Tinkerbell Moment� � as if clapping your hands could make a difference.

I�m here to tell you that it does.

--Marn

Here are the Generous Souls Sponsoring me to ~~Run~~ to Limp the 2004 Jog for the Jugs In Montreal on Oct. 3, the few, the proud, the Bazonga Boosters:

Fuzzmom in honour of her grandmother
A second donation from Zanna D. in memory of Jeanne Drukman
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Mileage on the Marnometer: 679.43 miles.

Oh man. This is going to be hard
Goal for 2004: 1,000 miles - 1609 kilometers

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