Hospitals suck!

I'm finally back at home!
Long story put short: I had to go back to the hospital for an emergency surgery. But now everything is okay and I'm back on my loved couch.
Right now I'm just happy to be out of this damn hospital.
You know the typical scent of hospitals? If I have to smell it anytime soon I think I'll go insane.
And don't forget the over-ambitious nurse Sarah! "How are you feeling, Ms?" "Do you need something for the pain?" "Do you need something?" "Can I do anything for you?" "You are not allowed to drink coffee but I could get you a tea." My answers? "How do you think I feel after two surgeries in two weeks on both of my knees? FANTASTIC!" "No, don't worry. I don't feel any pain. That's actually my happy face." "Yes, my crutches!" "Yes, stop showing up every ten minutes and ask me stupid questions!" "Do I seriously look like I want to drink tea?"
And to top my wonderful holiday there: my mother refused to bring me my laptop so I wouldn't do any work and relax. Did you ever try to relax in a place like this? The only thing she brought me was my Kindle. Usually a good thing, if I hadn't just cleaned the damned thing so that I had just one book saved on it. The one I already read the week before.
Well, at least my sister brought me some pencils and paper so I could doodle a bit much to the chagrin of the nasty old lady occupying the bed next to me. Did you know that eight in the evening is the time to shut off the lights? I didn't until this woman told me.
Okay, I'm officially ranting. But please give me some credit. It was like holidays in hell.
You want to know what I did first when I got back home? Most would go to change their clothes or take a shower or stuff like that. Me? I hobbled straight into my kitchen and got my first coffee in over a week!
So, now you had a small insight into my last week and this wonderful adventure called hospital.

Aa, for the ones interested in what I doodled.

Never thought OCD could be a good thing!

Yesterday was my first physical therapy and damn did it hurt. After almost a week of not using my legs it felt like I have to learn walking again.
Anyway, my doc is pleased and said that I would be able to walk a little longer in about two weeks. Yatta!!!
My Japanese is making very little progress. It really is hard to learn. But I will not surrender!
This afternoon my sister will come over with my nieces. The little things are just so sweet. You just have to love them which I do greatly.

Well, over the last days I redecorated my whole apartment and did some tidying up. You would be surprised of everything you can do while not standing. I was.
Now my OCD is happy and I'm getting bored again. I even organized my DVD collection alphabetically. That was my highlight last Sunday besides doing some online shopping. I ordered this cute petrol colored scarf which will hopefully arrive today.
I almost forgot: tomorrow I will get my net glasses. Yatta! I will be able to see again!
Okay, I think I will just do some more cleaning.
Ja ne!

I'm going stir crazy!

You know, I always loved my apartment. It's my little baby. For the last nine years I worked my ass off to get it the way it is now. But usually I'm only here for a few hours in the evenings since my office is my second home.
Now after days of constantly sitting here I'm starting to feel a little bit crazy!
This morning my boss called and told me to stop working while I'm sick. I AM NOT SICK!
So now I'm stuck here with literally nothing to do. Sure, I'm doing my best to learn Japanese but there is just so much you can learn on a day. I even did some crafting last night and now my hall has a new look.

Any suggestions on what else I could do?

Yeah, finished!

After almost eight hours of constant drawing and being on the phone I'm done for today.
Even my mother was surprisingly nice.
Now I can start with my Japanese lesson and hopefully will learn something by the end of the day. (^∇^)

doctors are evil men!

Good morning! (I know. in japan it's afternoon already but here it's morning)

I just came back home from a visit at my doc and until today I really liked this man. But right now I hate him!
My knees are hurting like hell now thanks to him squeezing and bending them like I didn't have a surgery just days ago.
Well, anyway. Now I'm back on my couch and should really do some work before my mother comes for a visit later.
Oh, the thrill of anticipation! Please, don't get me wrong. I really do love my mother but she can be a little bit exhausting. Especially when I'm not well. It's always like "did you eat enough?" or "you shouldn't work while sick." or my all time favorite "you shouldn't drink so much coffee!"
I never ate much and I'm not sick, I just am not allowed to walk. And without my coffee my brain won't work.
Okay, enough of my mother.
I will start with my work now. Lots of construction plans to draw!