(2:27 pm...edited to correct globs of missing text and links at the end of post. Damn blogger.)
Sorry, but before I get to the bloggy recap, I'm gonna kvetch. Don't want to hear it? Don't want to be grossed out?? Fine. Just scroll past the ~~~~~
Okay. Here we go:
THIS FUCKING TITTY BURN IS KILLING ME!!!!!!
It's on my right boobie. It begins about 3 fingers down from collar bone, and it's about 3-4 inches wide in most places. The bulk of it is topside, but there is a blister on the underside of the aereola (sorry so graphic, but how else does one explain it). Do you have any idea how hard it is to let a burn in this location "air out"??? Yes, I have literally been trying to find unique ways to dress so that I can let one boob hang out. It's lovely. One burned up boobie hanging out of a tied up crop top. Do you have any idea what it's like to have a burn on "pendulous tissue"??? When you can't wear a bra because it hurts to much?? And your girls tend to not only head south, but east and west?? And you use crutches and a wheelchair so your burnt goods are brushing up against hardware and your moving arm?? And it hurts to knit because you have to bring your arms in front of yourself to much?? Grrr!!
THIS SUCKS. And it might prevent me from going out tonight to join TheMIG in a New Year's Eve Celebration. He can't stay home with me. He's the sound engineer at an event that I would really enjoy going to (world beat music and "Gothic Bellydancers"...whatever those are...but I'd like to see it). If I decide to stay home, there isn't even any Dick Clark to keep me company.
At least I have my own "supplies".
Yay. I can sit here and toot my own horn all alone. Get giggly and laugh at myself. Whee.
Wait. I know. I can stalk Cara's blog and wish her Happy Birthday in every time zone.
Gah!! I AM SO CRABBYPOOPY!!
Thanks. I needed to get that off my chest. (bwahaha!)
Okay. Enough of that.
Here's a recap of what happened on this blog this year. Format first seen at Monster Yarn a few weeks ago, but it spread like a wildfire.
The First Sentence Of Each Month For 2006
I never make New Year's resolutions.
we are mid-way between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox, call it what you will (Groundhog's Day, St.Brigid's Day, Imbolg, etc...)
Science--It was storming last night.
Welcome to my “This is Not a Review of the Rakkasah” Review....
Now that I'm occasionally walking upright with the prosthesis (no crutches or wheelchair), I have found myself wanting one of those little wrist bags for carrying small knitting projects in.
"Can I ask You something?"
I got home last night, and today has been all about adjusting to life on the home front (ie going from kid-less into mommy-mode at full throttle).
Cathartic Ink told me to go tag myself.
Click and Read here.
And, in trolling my own blog for those headlines, I rediscovered some of my favorite posts.
Kitty Ears Hat as The Necklace.
My successful change of habit (hey Mom! It's December, and I'm still making my bed!).
My favorite dance photos of the year (mid-post).
My best whining.
My favorite words of wisdom I'd like to spend more time reflecting on.
I hate admitting this because it almost killed me, but...My best month of blogging.
Good thoughts to all for Joy and Prosperity in the coming New Year.
See ya' in 2007 ;-)