Post-Op Pondering, Final Cut

* If this is what it feels like to get punched in the face, I don't think I'll be getting in any fistfights in the future... yep, I'm saying goodbye to catfights, kids. Meow.

* Inhibitions about my post-surgical eye and dilated pupil were put on hold last night so I could go out with my friend... put on hold until she innocently said, "yeah, you kinda look stoned... or maybe like a closed-head injury victim!" Yep, back to hermit status.

* I miss my vicodin.

* Having stiches come out of your eye... yes, as in, your eyeball, is really weird. And it hurts and itches at the same time. I won't go into any more excruciating detail than necessary, but dude... I think I can safely say... EEEEEEWIE.

* I just learned that a mother of one of the kids on my brother's travel baseball team is going through chemotherapy treatments for breast cancer. She's lost all her hair. I no longer feel like my temporary lack of lashes on my right eye is anything more than a minor inconvenience, and although it is still a daily struggle with vanity, I am reminded that compared to the plights of countless others... this is nothing.

Cut. That's a wrap.