GPOYLW: The first photo is from two weeks ago when I first saw my surgical scar right before the stitches came out and the second photo is from Rehoboth beach when the boo took a photo of my legs to show how much my left leg had atrophied and the third photo is from yesterday when all the bandages finally came off

Edition.

Smile Friday. 
Despite being only a few weeks out of surgery, I demanded that I still go on my business trip to Santa Ynez, California last weekend. My boss and colleagues were worried that it would be a bad idea, but also knew that it would be risky sending someone else to present my project. Also, risky to send a drugged-up barely-functioning human being on a plane across the country to give a presentation. But of course, I went. 
Pro tip: Wheelchair service at the airport is CHOICE. They literally push your crippled ass around wherever you need to go and you get to cut ALL the lines! Got luggage? No problem. Make the healthy uncrippled ones do the dirty work. 
Anyway, the presentation was a hit. Despite being doped up on Percocets and having to fumble around with crutches, everything went smoothly. Looks like I’ll be building a house in Santa Ynez so I’ll most likely be back in the fall. 
The photograph above was taken a few hours after the meeting; I stopped in Malibu on the way back to LA. An old friend and I tried to eat at Nobu but we were turned away. We opted for Nikita right next door which seemed just as nice. I couldn’t stop smiling; mostly because I was happy the presentation was a success, but also because I was still high on painkillers. 
*^___^*

Smile Friday. 

Despite being only a few weeks out of surgery, I demanded that I still go on my business trip to Santa Ynez, California last weekend. My boss and colleagues were worried that it would be a bad idea, but also knew that it would be risky sending someone else to present my project. Also, risky to send a drugged-up barely-functioning human being on a plane across the country to give a presentation. But of course, I went. 

Pro tip: Wheelchair service at the airport is CHOICE. They literally push your crippled ass around wherever you need to go and you get to cut ALL the lines! Got luggage? No problem. Make the healthy uncrippled ones do the dirty work. 

Anyway, the presentation was a hit. Despite being doped up on Percocets and having to fumble around with crutches, everything went smoothly. Looks like I’ll be building a house in Santa Ynez so I’ll most likely be back in the fall. 

The photograph above was taken a few hours after the meeting; I stopped in Malibu on the way back to LA. An old friend and I tried to eat at Nobu but we were turned away. We opted for Nikita right next door which seemed just as nice. I couldn’t stop smiling; mostly because I was happy the presentation was a success, but also because I was still high on painkillers. 

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Happy Jackie Washington Day. 

Today I pretty much felt like dying from the immense pain when the docs removed my stitches and splint, and then put my foot in my robo boot. Not quite sure why the pain is so intense, especially when I thought things were going fairly well. 

And now I might die from OD’ing on Percocets: I keep taking them because the pain just won’t stop. 

:-/ 

Don’t worry, some day Jackie will be back.

Happy Jackie Washington Day.

Today I pretty much felt like dying from the immense pain when the docs removed my stitches and splint, and then put my foot in my robo boot. Not quite sure why the pain is so intense, especially when I thought things were going fairly well.

And now I might die from OD’ing on Percocets: I keep taking them because the pain just won’t stop.

:-/

Don’t worry, some day Jackie will be back.

I can’t tell which one is winning more at dat #CRIPPLELIFE 

Seriously guys, I am SO tired and frustrated by these crutches and splint. Just yesterday I was bumping into everything and wearing out my body just by trying to put away laundry. I finally just gave up and sulked in bed. It’s such a chore to do the most basic and everyday things that I am desperate for something to make my life a touch easier. 

Le sigh. 

But these people look so happy and cool, right? I want to be like them. 

Start Talking. Stop HIV.

Remember that CDC campaign I was a part of? Well the ad agency behind it, Brand+Aid Creative, put together the above HTML email debuting their work without the constraints of government guidelines. 

If you click through, you’ll be led to their gorgeous microsite that navigates you through the whole campaign. It’s beautifully showcases the vital message of communicating before doing the deed.

Spread the word! 

So my mom’s birthday fell on the day after my surgery. My brother, sister-in-law and niece came over to celebrate and I managed to take this serendipitous photo. My niece gets REALLY excited when there’s any type of celebration that involves cake, whether it’s her birthday or someone else’s. 
As Ray noted, she’s pretty much doing this in the background: 

Anyway, it was a joyous occasion, all things considered!

So my mom’s birthday fell on the day after my surgery. My brother, sister-in-law and niece came over to celebrate and I managed to take this serendipitous photo. My niece gets REALLY excited when there’s any type of celebration that involves cake, whether it’s her birthday or someone else’s. 

As Ray noted, she’s pretty much doing this in the background: 

Anyway, it was a joyous occasion, all things considered!

SUMMER LEG LOOKS 2014
I’ve taken a picture of the different leg looks I’ve been serving for the past week, pre and post surgery. Obviously I had to make a gif. Can you tell I’m bored?

SUMMER LEG LOOKS 2014

I’ve taken a picture of the different leg looks I’ve been serving for the past week, pre and post surgery. Obviously I had to make a gif. Can you tell I’m bored?

Another moment in Percocet elegance, a few days before surgery.
"Pills, boot, crutches, Snuggie, candy necklace… He got it."

Another moment in Percocet elegance, a few days before surgery.

"Pills, boot, crutches, Snuggie, candy necklace… He got it."

This is my Percocet face. 

After I snapped my Achilles tendon in half on Tuesday night, the Georgetown ER gave me a nice supply of “adult candy” to keep the pain away. 

Unfortunately, they also gave me the incorrect names orthopedic surgeons three different times. Byeeee Georgetown. 

On Wednesday, after seeing ray-ray's awesome orthopedic surgeon at GW, nailtipflips and I decided to visit Lauriol Plaza. Percocet makes me loopy, smily, and kinda happy, especially when paired with a margarita. See above.

This is my Percocet face.

After I snapped my Achilles tendon in half on Tuesday night, the Georgetown ER gave me a nice supply of “adult candy” to keep the pain away.

Unfortunately, they also gave me the incorrect names orthopedic surgeons three different times. Byeeee Georgetown.

On Wednesday, after seeing ray-ray's awesome orthopedic surgeon at GW, nailtipflips and I decided to visit Lauriol Plaza. Percocet makes me loopy, smily, and kinda happy, especially when paired with a margarita. See above.

This is me, and this is why old people shouldn’t play sports.

Surgery soon, I hope.