Wednesday, May 31, 2006

early morning

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

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I’m Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!**

*Totally Delicious Banana Chocolate Chip Muffin by Smith’s Bakery Dept.
**Words & Music by Dennis DeYoung

Sunday, May 28, 2006

late evening

Bat Out Of Hell

Leigh-Ann and I were shopping in the deli section of Smith’s when suddenly visions of Helly & Alan’s new trebuchet wedding gift (what? not every wedding weapon gift has to be a set of knives) came to mind.  First, I noticed the meatloaf, but then Leigh-Ann suggested that the meatballs would give them more ammo bang for their buck.

Exhibit A Exhibit B

And what reminded me to actually post this entry?  In today’s Review-Journal, there was an update on the latest overreaction by Las Vegas news stations, “You won’t BELIEVE what the mysterious object was that fell through a medical center’s skylight.”  Well yeah, you would believe it, because it was asphalt, but whatever.  Anyway, in today’s paper were readers’ suggestions about what it could have been.  “George Gayner suggested a huge catapult was used to launch the rock from about 200 feet away from the target. ‘People are building these things and testing them, matter a[sic] fact I have a model one on my desk.’”  Okay, what’s the deal with catapults these days?

Speaking of Meatloaf, watch Meat and Katharine McPhee’s breasts on the American Idol finale.

terribly early in the morning

Microdiscectomy One Month Update

I saw the doctor on Thursday.  I thought I was supposed to see the PA again, but the doctor suddenly showed up in the room.  He asked me how I was feeling.  I told him that I still had some leg pain, and before I could get to the bladder stuff, he stopped me and said that when he saw the nerve it was very irritated, red, and twisted.  He said it was going to take a while for the nerve to heal.  Then he did a brief exam - while I was sitting, he asked me to lift my left leg.  Then, he asked me to walk about fifteen feet into the hallway and back.  He said that I looked good and that I was 70% better.  I was mildly surprised, but I guess since he does these all the time (the waiting room is never not full), he sees something I don’t.  Yay!  I have a followup in mid-June, and the physical therapy folks are supposed to be calling me soon to set something up.  I can’t wait to feel like a normal person.  Oddly enough, I’m even looking forward to exercise.  I think it would help in a variety of ways, but mostly because right now, I have zero energy.  See how long it takes me to even get a blog entry up?  And I owe so many people email too.  If it helps, I write them every day, in my head. 

Thursday, May 25, 2006

terribly early in the morning

Four Week Anniversary of My Surgery

So far, there hasn’t been a miraculous change.  Tomorrow I have another follow-up and then hopefully I’ll be sent to physical therapy, where we can make this surgery a success.  Rah!Rah!Rah!  I hope.  Hey, the incision has healed like a champ.  I only have a few little scabs left on it and usually it doesn’t hurt at all if I lean against.  So I’m back to sitting normally on the couch and in the car, and I can lean back in bed.  I still have leg pain (but not as much), I still have bladder problems (some days are great, some are not), and my body suddenly wants to retain every bit of fluid that enters it (‘cept yesterday’s stuff, ‘nuf said).  My feet are rounded, like a caveman.  My ankles get red pressure lines when I bend them.  I still can’t put on my wedding/engagement/partnership/platinumthingthatfrightenstherightwing/whateveryoucallit ring.  I took it off right before surgery, tried to put it on last week, but my fluid retainin’ digits said, “No way, lady.”

terribly early in the morning

Yesterday Was A Terrible Very Bad Day

I had a doctor’s appointment at 10:45am that I had to cancel due to some horrendous stomach cramps.  Not potty cramping, but just stomach pain.  Blech.  Then, we started watching the Edmonton/Anaheim game and I started getting a horrible headache.  I threw every pill I had at it, but nothing worked, so I went to bed.  A couple hours later, I started to feel really really horrible, and barfy.  There is almost nothing I can think of that I hate more than throwing up.  Even still, I had to give in…or die, I think.  This morning I woke up feeling okay, if a bit weak.  I don’t know if it was a really bad migraine or food poisoning or stress or what.  Whatever it was, I don’t ever want to see it again.  I spent all of about five minutes online yesterday, most of it checking my fantasy baseball team.  But, I had a couple of minutes to read a bit at The Huffington Post.  I was struck by something dumb said by Susan Estrich in response to one of HuffPo’s bloggers.  I couldn’t resist a brief snarky answer.  And, people liked it.  They really did.

So, my life is complete, I’ve been voted one of “Readers’ Favorite Comments” on one of the Huffington Post blogs. I’m so very proud. Especially since I posted it in the midst of a migraine or the flu or something yesterday. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bob-cesca/what-ive-learned-from-fo_b_21521.html (it’s under the blog, but above the regular comments - I’m FlippyO) It wasn’t my best work, but it’ll do.