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Is a beautiful thing
hmmmmm… i guess its not karma if you are getting it in this life though… i think that’s just called HAHAHA! or the universe is laughing at you. me. us. whoever….
i hurt. i don’t know what i expect. i for sure do NOT hurt in the same way and amount that i did after surgery, or even before surgery exactly. and there are so many people – and not poor orphans in…. i don’t know… like kasmikastan (i made that up) that are way worse off and living with pain every day a hundred times worse than mine.
and yet – probably NOT helping, is me sitting here, at the computer – just one more thing… just one more email…. just wanna work on the show for a couple more minutes….
its not bad pain like right after surgery – that was a 5-8 out of a 10 scale about the whole time i was in da big house. here, i really haven’t been above a 5. (and i just wanna finish this post before i go plop in the chair AGAIN) – i guess it is muscle spasm? worst right between my shoulder blades along my spine (could somebody rub that, please???). and then down my right arm.
BUT my surgeon offered me a different muscle relaxer but i had just refilled my robaxin so i said no. BUT my surgeon offered my a vicodin refill, but i said no because i feel guilty as shit taking all the fucking pain meds i am taking at almost week 3 (i have darvocet – i’m not insane!! but i just keep taking it and its not helping, mommy!!!!). BUT i don’t feel like i am doing much but sitting here right now probably not helping….
and i did go to see wall*e today – and then i felt all sad. very cute movie, liked it more than i expected to – i feel like an old old woman. arg! i have to go lay down. i am really fine, i just hurt! i assume this is alllllllll normal.
got my dressings off on thursday… my neck looks like dis——–>
it’ll be hardly see-able when its done healing! and just in case i will make up a good knife fight story to go along with it…
other than the fact that i am eating everything within my grasp and growing to gargantuan proportions (slight exaggeration on that one), things are going well.
and you know how people say if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all? hmmmpph. trying to be nice! trying to be nice! because i’ve got a huge case of neener neener neener!!! hahaha!! and hopefully just typing out that sentence will make it goes away..
and now back to your regularly scheduled programming…
to be one of the cool kids? i mean, i did NOT listen to the smiths in high school. ok, where i came from, the smiths group was like, mmmm, maybe a year under me. i was more in the B-52s/pretenders/lena lovich/van halen (yes, i said it)/prince/sheila e/madonna group. ok, there was no group, really, but, pretenders (and basic teen age angst) not-with-standing, i was into a little more, oh, COLOR than those proto emo smiths lovers et al afforded into their wardrobes…
i mean, i was the girl, a little on the pudgy side (to the extent that you are the kiss of death to anyone actually IN high school with you, but endlessly alluring to anyone older and completely inappropriate), with sun-in-ed, asymmetrical, rocker hair (purple streaks underneath), hot pink lip stick. i had these most fabulous dyed yellow keds onto which i hand colored my tiger stripes (i hadn’t realized my love of sharpies came early) – god i wish i had those shoes now! and note to anyone who hasn’t already found this out the hard way – any UNLINED sequin garment is very itchy and scratchy to wear and high school teachers probably wont appreciate your fashion genius..
in any event, i want to be a cool kid now! i don’t believe that its all about poseur appearance (i mean, i have mixed feelings about my pierced nose now that like every suburban mom has one too) but i do worry about the outre elements that creep in – more and more piercings more and more tattoos… i don’t know
i think i shall turn my newly acquired american graffiti soundtrack back on and worry about it tomorrow
i hung out with these kids…
i know i KNOW how trite is john hughes but cmon, i am NOT made of wood people. and really, did the duckman NOT grow into john cusack? am i right? am i right? plus i love that that looks so much like village music (where jennifer and i bought that lena lovich vinyl kids)… HI DE HO
funny how things come to you, you know? i’ve been watching a lot of cooking shows at home in the last two weeks. and of course, there has been a lot of disney talk and thus thinking about food and the various restaurants there.
its sort of an ongoing thing with me, the “foodie” thing… i believe i posted, way back when, a prized dinner bill from the french laundry back in the day, and i grew up in marin county, north of san francisco, so, i have to remind myself, even as the foodie tidal wave continues to rise, that not everyone has the same expectations or mental images of, say, salad or an entree presentation. in fact, i am foodie enough to be judgemental of the new ruby tuesdays commercials on the tube (i mentioned i’ve been seeing ALOT of tv lately, right?) and to know that sauce squiggled on a plate from a ketchup squeezer is sooooo 1987… and yet, i also judge those foodier than thou individuals who – like every chef on top chef – who refer to “flavor profiles” and “protein combinations” – it drives me iNSANE!!!!
i ventured out of the house a bit today and was listening to an interview with stephanie, winner of the most recent top chef, listening to her talk of the aforementioned flavor profiles (and cringing – though getting hungry), and thinking about sitting down and writing a really good post about that whole dichotomy – i’m waaaayyyyy “foodier” than probably most of the population, but not sooo cuckoo that i am not only growing my own herbs, but feeding them to my own free range goats from which i make cheese and chops. no, i would write a blog post that was pithy, insightful, cogent, snappy! hell – i may capitalize! and, if i title it appropriately, it could get read by somebody… important. maybe linked to! maybe commented on by mario or nancy and, oh! what a chuckle we shall share!
and then i found this in my inbox:
nuff said. enjoy!
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