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I feel absolutely miserable at the moment, but it could be worse.

     I had my surgery today. My body is completely aware of it. If I hadn’t gotten that prescription to treat the pain I would be miserable. I am fully aware of the fact that this post probably makes me seem like a drug addict, but at the present moment I am genuinely appreciative of the fact that I have something to help me feel better.
     The surgery went well, I am told. There were no complications, and the doctor was able to treat that which needed to be treated. I marvel at anesthesia, because I understood I would be asleep, but the fact that I was unaware of the passage of time amazed me. Mind you, I’ve never had surgery before in my life, so I didn’t know what to expect. I got a purple hospital band, which is awesome, because it matched my shirt and shoes (before I was forced to remove them). I was able to eat after the surgery. My mother didn’t think I would want to, but when I first woke up it just felt like menstrual cramps (and honestly I have felt worse). My mom got the privilege of seeing my internal organs. She seemed thrilled. I don’t know that I would be all to happy about that myself, and I was glad to be unconscious when that happened.

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Special thanks to Hilary for this idea.

     I don’t have much experience with this category, but it does bring back memories of being a small girl and sitting on the dining room chairs at my grandparents house. They were the darkest wood I’ve ever seen, and they were big. I also happened to be small, but that wasn’t relevant, because at that age you view the world in relation to yourself, so everything was big. The world was big. I was normal (note, this is probably the only time in my personal history that this happened. Soon I would go off to kindergarten and discover that I was one of the strangest people out there. Eventually the negativity would wear off and I would start to see myself as unique, and exciting, but my first encounter with the idea that I lacked normalcy was not the greatest). Things that remind me of those early days of my childhood, before I was forever corrupted by the public education system, and remind me of my Le Petit Prince-like innocence and how my mother nurtured my creativity and individuality. In a lot of ways my kindergarten experience was similar to that of Scout Finch, who also realized early on that one cannot be herself in school. I actually had an almost identical experience to Scout in one sense. Like her, I was told never to write, I must print, even though I could already write. Alas, I digress, this has turned into a rant about how public education is doing wrong by gifted children, allow me to get back to the topic of the day.
     Another reason to appreciate such chairs is that they have them in coffee shops, and coffee shops are always awesome. I’m not talking about Starbucks. I mean real coffee shops like George House or The Meeting Place On Market. This could get me started on coffee again. I will not go there, as I had a whole post devoted to it yesterday. I will just say that such chairs add to the coffee shop atmosphere.
      Furthermore tall which allow your  feet to dangle are fun because of the freeing feeling of not having your feet on the ground. While it’s not as if you are experiencing weightlessness, you still don’t feel quite as bound to the earth. It’s sort of like escaping reality if you thing about it. Close your eyes. You don’t feel the ground. For a little while your problems don’t have to be real. I am not crazy, just a philosopher, which means I look at things a little differently than most.
     Something worth noting, my dear readers, is that tomorrow I am having surgery. I highly doubt I will be appreciating anything relating to surgery, though that is not why I bring it up. There is a chance that I might not post tomorrow because of how I feel. I am unsure about this, so it looks like we will just have to see what happens. I will be back soon at any rate. I don’t know why I feel so compelled to warn everyone about this but I do, so you are warned.

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