I talked to the nice apartment manager today. I am angling for a discounted apartment – say at $250 – $300 a month – to setup a massage office in.
THEY will get to say that I am their resident/onsite massage therapist (which lets them compete with some of the trendier, resort type complexes around here). And I get a good rate for an office with a waiting room, a kitchen, a bathroom w/shower facilities and a short commute to work.
These are not small considerations. *crosses fingers*
I hope, hope, hope that they do the smart thing and say “yes”. Its a good deal for all involved. Plus, I even will offer discounted rates for those folks who work for the complex.

The only hangup is a legal one. TAA might not let me run a business out of the apartment. The manager is looking into the legalities of it for me. They have a whole legal department that they have to run things through before ANYthing happens. *sigh* It could take up to a month. The timing works out well if they say yes. I should be completely healed from the surgery; or at least enough to go back to work full time as a therapist.

Have I ever mentioned that I really, REALLY hate needles?

yeah, cause I do.

I’m having to take blood thinner injections – 2x a day, every day for the next coupla weeks or so. Now, I know that that’s not a patch on some diabetic folks who have to do that for the rest of their lives. But we’re not talking about them right now.

– cue dramatic, tear-jerking music

NEEDLES!!!!!
Needles, in my flesh!

The horror! The agony!

Mostly the horror, though. The needles are actually pretty tiny. I do have a terribly bruised abdomen though. *sniffle*

August 26th
Clear liquid diet; in the hospital for pre-op appointments. Whee! Too much fun. Midnight tonight starts the fast for surgery tomorrow.

August 27th
Had surgery at noon. Woke up in recovery room in SERIOUS pain. Convinced the nurse that morphine was a bad idea as the thought of vomiting (morpine makes me right nauseated)and that Demerol was a much beter idea.

August 27 – 29th
Recovery in the hospital

August 29th
Attempt to return home. Stop in Hillsboro because I am in extreme pain. Cannot breathe well; feels like there is something stuffed up under my ribcage. Am convinced that it is some sort of bowel obstruction.
Wind up calling Dr Rodriguez from a hotel. He asks me if I have been drinking my water/eating my protein. I’m a little taken aback as I’ve just left the hospital THAT day but tell him the truth. No, I haven’t had much in the way of protein. He tells me to get some laxatives and some Gas-X to see if that relieves the problem – if they don’t I am to go to a local emergency room and seek help there. I agree and J goes to the local Walgreens to pick up the items. Neither of these items help. Finally, I go the Hillsboro emergency room. They take my medical history, get my vitals, talk to me about the symptoms, take blood and X-rays. Finally, they call Dr Rodriquez and tell him of their findings. I am shipped back to Dallas via ambulance. I have pneumonia and a lung that’s collapsed slightly. I reach Dallas Methodist Emergency at around 4 AM and was admitted to a room at 5 PM.
Whee.

August 30 – September 1
Hospital stay far from family and loved ones. No visitors, no calls.
In other words, Hell.

September 1
Around 2 PM Dr Rodriguez agrees to release me from the Lower Pits. Dad comes to get me and John drives up from Austin to retrieve me from Dallas.
We head home around 7PM that evening. Trip is much easier this time as I am able to breathe and function. Yay! Home again, home again!

September 2 – now
Home recovering. Getting better every day. Feel stronger every day. Not quite bouncing and poinging – but feel like I may be able to again soon.