I stopped shaving my chin since about Friday or so. Possibly related to seeing what it'd look like because I've never really done it before, possibly due to seeing how Flynn-like I can get my face to look in the long run. After day 5 the prickle is starting to come out of it, and we're getting some give. Kinda hilarious, really. Maybe I'll take a picture before I get bored of it or before a manager at work yells at me for it (I forget how much facial hair they'll let you get away with before you break dress code/policy/whatever).
In news people actually give a damn about, I got a Christmas card and picture from Spokane. Many smiles were had.
Thankee, Laura!
Aaaaaand now I'm torn between reading more "Naked Heat", playing a little more "Valkyria Chronicles 2", or doing something else. Right now, I'm leaning towards finishing off a chapter of the former before going to town on the latter.
I like that plan. I think I shall do that.
EDIT: UWAHH!!! AUDIBLE!!!! Rock Band Network released "Do You Want To Date My Avatar" today! That's that song Felicia Day did!!! Okay, get that first, THEN the other stuff.
The Dad Update:
Saw him after work tonight. The bandages are off his face; he's still got a decent shiner on his eye and the cuts to the side of his eye are still coming along, however I'm very pleased (and impressed) to say that the five-stitch cut above his eye was practically invisible. Very impressed with the ER doctor and with my dad's healing ability. Visibly there still seems to be some understandable swelling on the left side of his face which is actually sort of flattening out his whole cheek-to-neck area - kinda reminds me of what my grandpa (his dad) used to look like. Beyond that, he hasn't shaved in 4 days and wants his electric razor (he doesn't want to cut himself with an old-fashioned one - understandable, I figure).
He was actually sitting in a chair next to his bed when I found him. He was wearing his glasses again so he could see (apparently vision works when it's only out of one eye at a time, but both at once doesn't work so well). He's eating, still sneaking calls out on his cell phone to update people, and otherwise is looking to be going in the right healing direction.
The bad thing is that his cough has come back now, and his whole body is REALLY starting to feel the soreness. While I was there he was cramping up all over at random and at will, almost. So he's probably gonna have a couple tough nights trying to sleep - and, I hear the sleeping pills give you crazy dreams.
Progress-wise, he'll probably be at the hospital for another week. Thursday they're going to see an eye specialist to see about repairing the bone fractures around there, and next week they'll ship him out to Vancouver for surgery to ACTUALLY fix the bone fractures.
So that's where he is now.
Also, I learned a random (but important to know considering everything) fact that apparently in '72, my dad actually had tuberculosis treatment for a couple years, and that most of his family never knew (this was before he could sponsor everyone to come to Canada). So you're all sworn to secrecy to never tell anyone on my dad's side about it, a'ight?
Damn, I hope none of them read my blog much . . . crap, my cousin might . . . . . um, Dickson or Derrick, if for some reason you're reading this, um . . . yeah, down-low. Or grandma will freak out.
I'm just gonna stop talking now.
