Date with Dad and My Left Hip

I just had a really great introspective evening with my father. I admit, it involved on my part, 1 Vicodin and several hits of marijuana. On his side, 1 Vicodin, 2 hits of marijuana, and a small glass of wine. So we were rather calm, as I'm sure you can imagine.

I learned about his first and second wives, his life with them, his divorces, Liza (my half-sister), and more. He spoke about the life he had before I knew him, including the cult that he was a part of for 15 years. Just fascinating. He opened up completely, and I got to know a little bit more about who he was.

I still can't get a maid, but I wiggled my way into getting therapy, so HOLLA. But in reality, I
gotso much more out of it than anything tangible. I learned about my Dad, how he's a sap for dogs (Zoey, who's staying with us, is sort of the cutest thing ever...There she is on my phone pic, we'll have to do a photo shoot one day).

Continuing on...it was just amazing. He opened up. He admitted his mistakes. I was able to relieve some anger from some events in my childhood (carob cake at 4? Ew), as well as express my earlier hatred for him. I didn't fear retribution or anger during this conversation. I felt comfortable, and learned quite a bit. I feel closer to my Dad now, I feel like I know about who he IS as a person, the crazy life he had before he had me.

So WOW on that perspective. While I'm writing, I guess I should update the rest...

My left hip.

I developed a "Localized Infection" and boy did it hurt. I saw him Tuesday at 8 a.m. and he squeezed it all out (I hope!) and it...yeah. He said he's only seen an infection this late in the game ONCE before. I'm talented. I'm also allergic to neosporin, which sucks, but my right hip does seem to improve quite a bit now that I'm not putting on neosporin.

No one know how I'm handling this quite so well. But I did sign up for this. I never honestly THOUGHT I'd have any complications - I'm 23 and quite healthy, but I did. And they aren't life threatening and I have confidence in my doctor, so get better I will.

Lots of resting. Even though Dr. Aboolian never says "rest" probably 'cause he knows better with my personality type, I'm doing a lot of it. My Dad bought me this bed desk. Gosh, it looks ugly in the picture, but it's actually quite nice and oh so thoughtful (okay, I sent an email to my parents telling them to buy me SOMETHING of the sort, and he was right on it).

Like I say, he can be quite adorable when his Asperger's isn't making him a complete narcissistic asshole.

So lots of resting. TV online. Eventually I'll start reading again. I go through phases and I'm in the computer one right now.

Back to Dad. He's getting old. And he's actually coming to realize it. (He admits its stoned, but that's the truth, ya know?). It's hard to watch, but he's getting up there. I love him so much.

I also made Michelle's 5-minute cake tonight. Um, YUM. Holy crap. It's so dense, but so good. I also calculated my protein powder costs $1 a scoop. Sounds cheap, but not really. But it's so fucking good. Tonight I made a protein shake with milk, protein, 1/2 banana, and some Torani SF Raspberry syrup. I was drinking dessert, so delicious.

I ate 1,700 calories tonight. It scares me. But I suppose it's progress. Okay, bedtime again. I love that I update in the middle of the night after I pee. Ha.