Facelift Update

Gramma

Less than two weeks into recovery the weather began to vacillate forty degrees in a twenty-four hour period, warm and sunny and then snowing.  I like to go outside in the spring and come back in when the snow flies in late fall.  My peacocks were screaming "Help, help."  The males were fanning their tails and rattling them at the girls to say "You want me, you want me."  I was anxious to get outside and do yard work.  I asked Dr. Jess when I could start picking up dog bombs and sticks. 

"Try a half hour, then wait a few hours and see how it feels."  It did not feel good the first half hour.  The blood rushed to my face, the stitches pulled.  My face was still swelled and tight.  It would have to wait.  Meanwhile, I worked on finishing an ugly crazy quilt my friend Jo wanted for her son.  I was using purple Crown Royale bags he had saved up from his drink of choice,  In exchange, Jo would crochet me a peacock design afghan. 

On a visit to Dr. Jess, I asked when the wattle under my chin would go away.  "You have to be patient.  It will go away eventually.  If not, there is a fat dissolving injectable we can use."  Then she injected some filler into my cheeks.  "Come back in two weeks and we will see if more is needed."  She liked to err on the side of caution about not putting too much in at once.

The swelling continued going down.  My face was less numb.  I obsessed about the wattle.  I thought my face was starting to look like Bruce Jenner's.  My social calendar was getting busy with a granddaughter's birthday party, Easter, a club meeting, my birthday and the Defrost your Nuts Run.  I was taking the grandkids for the week of spring break. 

The Nutz run was a no go, as it was cold and threatening to snow.  Even Dave stayed home and he is a diehard.  The following Saturday was the Flood Run.  The weather was in the 80's.  I was looking forward to taking the P-cnt out.  My license plate is the punch line to "What do you call a female peacock?"  A peacunt of course.  It is custom painted with peacock feathers all over it.  When I applied for the plates I was riding a police bike.  I told the DMV That the letters stood for Police, can not ticket.  That bike was also custom painted like a peacock tail.  I had easily transferred the plate to the next bike, and FLH, another full dress Harley.

I could not go on the run.  We had gone out with friends the night before and I had the fish fry.  Greasy food does not agree with me and I paid the price by being in the bathroom all night.  Riding tired and needing a bathroom handy were not ride options.  There were thousands of people on the run, parking was impossible and I could imagine the bathroom lines.  I took some anti-diarrheal tablets and went back to bed.  About noon the dogs and I went outside to enjoy the day. 

The water in the pond glistened, the birds were singing, the peacocks screamed all day and the yard was greening up.  It was a perfect day for drinking beer.  The neighbor across the pond held up his drink and I held up my beer.  Cheers.