InsaneJournal

Current mood:

okay

Ben not only continued hanging out at the hospital until I was finally discharged, he also followed me home. I'm not sure why he's still interested. Yes, I'm buff and pretty, and yes, I have a hefty bank balance. That can't be enough. I haven't shown this boy a moment of true kindness, or even any real interest beyond one night of meaningless sex. There's no reason he should still be chasing me. Instead of exploring the other opportunities he could be finding in the rest of this town's community, he's sticking it out. I don't know if that's annoying or flattering, but he's been a handy little helper. He even attempted to cook for me. It was nice of him to try, and I actually did appreciate the gesture, but the next time he suggested it, I sent him on a run for take-out, instead.

Coming home was a bit of a shock. Apparently my absence unsettled Brenda, coming so soon after the fright she had over the strange dog in her territory. When I walked into my house, she acted as if I were a stranger, snarling and snapping, and then cowering away when I reached out to rub her ears. Brenda never usually acts this way. She's a friendly girl, obedient and smart. She's never treated any strangers I've brought to the house the way she treated Ben. Hell, she doesn't treat me that way. Either I need to socialize her more often, or less, so that she gets accustomed to staying by herself in the house. I hadn't realized it would affect her this badly. She got over it finally - I had to speak to her a little more sternly than I've done before, but she settled down. I'm not sure what Ben did, but she seems to have accepted him, as well.

The stitches came out on Tuesday, since I was healing too fast to allow them to stay in any longer. My shoulder had been mangled, or so I'm told - is it just me, or is it truly odd that the rips and tears have sealed into scars already? Ugly scars, maybe, but it's healing clean. There's no sign of infection, and both the doctor and the therapist have expressed professionally-understated shock that I'm recovering so easily. The prognosis was that I would need the sling for at least a month, and therapy to regain the use of my arm. It's only been a week, but I'm already back at work and although I'm still using the sling, it's pretty obvious that I only need it to remind myself not to over-exert, not to keep my shoulder completely immobilized. And I've exchanged the prescription pain-killers for OTC ibuprofen. I know I'm in good shape, but... damn.