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Day 7: Penny’s Excellent Adventure

[This is part of my ongoing diary about my SRS experience in Trinidad, Colorado with Dr. Marci Bowers. See the main page here: Penny’s Excellent Adventure.]

6:30 AM:

Ooh boy, bed pan. Pooping in a bucket in bed is sort of gross.


9:30 AM:

Had to poop again, and they actually let me get out of bed and go potty. Getting out of bed felt amazing. My IV is done, and those damn compression things are off my leggies. I’m feeling considerably less pain than yesterday, which is pretty cool. Yay, I’m on the mend!  🙂


10:39 AM:

Up again, this time sitting in the chair next to the bed. Have I mentioned how much I hate bed rest? Jayme’s here, and if I’ve ever had a better friend I’m not aware of it; she is just such an amazing woman and friend. I know this process has brought up some difficult emotions for her, which makes her being her for me all the more special.


11:34 AM:

Just took a walk around the hospital. I am really feeling so much better today. I hate how weak you get after just a couple days of bed rest. I caught the first glimpse of my labia (that’s pretty cool!), the left side is a little swollen, but still – ~my~ labia. Damn. Yay. Thank God. 🙂

I’m pretty wiped out from the walk, so I think I may just sleep for a little bit.


1:25 PM:

And the IV is out – yay!


4:19 PM:

So, I mentioned that my left labia was a litte swollen, well I had to have it re-wrapped with a little bit of a pressure dressing. It seems like it’s no big deal from what everyone has said. By wrapping it tightly it helps the skin graft to really get absorbed, I guess.


7:00 PM:

Just talked to Tim for a little bit; let’s just say that he is about as cute and sweet as he could possibly be. I don’t want to share exactly what he said, but tonight while we were on the phone he said something just all sorts of special. I am so lucky I found him. I love him so much.  🙂


8:10 PM:

And now I have a fever (101.6), so I just got some Motrin. That’s a really common reaction for me to have after a physical trauma. I’m not worried, but I hate fevers, especially when I’m stuck in bed.


9:47 PM:

Seems like the Motrin helped a ton, the fever seemes to have really broken. Now for another night of sleeping through Futurama.

I like bananas and stars

Day two with no trip to the Emergency Room, and I seem to be feeling much better; I’m still not perfect by any stretch, and the shows each day are taking a lot out of me, but I’m definitely feeling very similar to my old self. 😉

So, tour is pretty fun. Yes, I’m in an RV with six guys for two weeks, but these are six amazingly cool men. The other day when I needed to go to the hospital, there was not the slightest hesitancy in any of them about taking me, nor was there any hint of resentment. I wasn’t a burden, I was simply a family-member that needed care. We’re all in this together, and my boys are totally hip to taking care of me. They’re pretty great guys; I’m so psyched to be on tour with them.

Steve is just proving once again how much he loves me, and it’s so completely mutual. We are so much more than friends; he really is my “chosen brother.” I had a great chat with Vinny tonight, too, and it’s been lovely to get to know the guys in Sandal Machine Foot better. It’s always great when a band whose music I love is comprised of people I adore too.

Some of the guys’ girlfriends came down to Manhattan for the gig last night. It was a surprise (I was in on the secret and a little on the planning), and it was really wonderful. It made playing in Manhattan feel like a show in our own back yard.

I’ve been doing my usual act of thinking I play like shit at about 2/3 of our shows, but I think the tour is going amazingly well. Being a rock star is fun.

I talked to Tim for a few hours today, it was the first time we had talked for so long in several days. I miss him lots. I know I’ve said this before, but I am so happy that I met Tim, so happy I have him in my life. He is really special – he makes me laugh, he makes me feel important, he cares about me lots. He kinda sorta rocks. 😀

Today we played in Mechanicsburg, PA. We ate at this restaurant called “Cheeburger! Cheeburger!” They had a bananas foster shake on the menu. I ordered one and wouldn’t shut up about how excited I was about it. The guy making it asked me if I had had one before, and I explained that, no, it was just that bananas foster is my favorite dessert so that when I saw it on the menu I had to order it. He finished making it and gave it to me. I tried a sip and he asked me how it was. I told him it was great. Then, because I never know when to shut up, I told him that I “have a thing for bananas.” I guess I said it more flirty than I meant, because he said something indistinct, but it was clear he thought I was being dirty, and then I turned brilliantly beet-red. Sometimes I am so oblivious.

We’re at a campground in Gettysburg tonight, and the stars are just amazing. I love living near a city, but I always forget how much the city-light interferes with the star-light. What a gorgeous night.


Pretty Fuckin’ Happy

Life is so cool

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