Thursday, May 8, 2008
...But I Play One On T.V.
The first ultrasound of the soon-to-be Firebaby is in! Here he/she is at ten weeks:
Now, I'm no expert on genetics or all things OB-GYN related. But it seems to me from looking at the ultrasound image that on or around December 4th my sister-in-law is going to give birth to one of these three things.
Which makes shopping for them all the more difficult.
Posted by mak at Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Enjoying It To the Maxi
Howdy, y'all. The connection between my brain and my fingers has been a little slow lately (mmm, pills) so I've been lax on the blogging. Recovery is going slowly but I'm making progress. Hoping to make it back to the office tomorrow on as low a dose of pain killer as possible. And regular blogging will resume later in the week.
The worst part of the recovery has been the stir crazies. Fortunately, I've been able to remedy that with a couple of short excursions around the neighborhood to enjoy this glorious spring weather and work on building my energy back up. Losing track of what day and time it is has also been a bit confusing. I remedy that with taking another Percocet and forgetting the concept of time in general.
And the best part of the recovery? Many would say that it's the pills. Some may say it's the time off of work. Others might say it's the suppressed appetite and the handful of pounds shed. While those have been enjoyable perks I must say the best part was the look on the Duane Reade cashier's face when she commented on how nice it was that I wasn't afraid to buy the feminine hygiene pads for my girlfriend and I told her that they were, in fact, for me.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Sunday Summation #4
Percocet + Jigsaw Puzzles = Hmm, I thought this was supposed to be a kitten, not a lighthouse...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
On The Mend
The surgery went very well this morning. My doctor said he encountered a larger amount of damaged glandular tissue than he'd expected when he opened everything up, which resulted in a deeper and longer incision. However, he's confident that this will be the end of my troubles. I'll be laid up at home for a couple of days and the complete healing process should take four to six weeks. I have a follow-up appointment in two weeks to measure my progress.
I'm feeling pretty good right now. No significant pain, just a wee bit sore (yay for pills!). But most importantly I'm happy that this is all over and I'm very anxious to get on with a normal life again.
I got a flood of e-mails and text messages today. Thank you so much to everyone for their good thoughts and words of support and love - and not just today but throughout this entire ordeal. It means so much to me. I have the best friends in the world!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Are We There Yet?
T-minus eighteen hours until what will hopefully be the last surgery I have to endure. I'm so antsy that I opted to 'work from home' today. My official justification: since I'm not allowed to eat solid food for a full twenty-four hours before the procedure nobody at the office would really enjoy my increasing levels of grumpy. I can handle a lot of things, but an all-broth and Jell-O diet while fidgeting at my desk is not high on the list.
So I'm home fighting some intense bouts of A.D.D., alternately bouncing back and forth between the computer, the television, the piano, the two books I've started and really don't care about, and half-hearted attempts at housekeeping. You know what doesn't help the A.D.D.? Two big cups of coffee without granola and yogurt to absorb it. Oops, my bad.
But I shall make it through the day and I check in at eight o'clock tomorrow morning for the procedure. I'll drop a drugged out blog entry sometime tomorrow evening to let you all know how it went. Now if you'll excuse me I have some major porn to get through before I'm unable to properly enjoy it for a few days. That'll hold my attention for a while.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I Swear To God
On my way home from the grocery store over the weekend I found myself walking behind a father and his young daughter. She was seven, maybe eight years old at the most. I caught a snippet of their conversation and immediately turned down the volume on my iPod and eavesdropped to the best of my ability.
Little Girl: So the people who believe God made the world are called Creationists?
Father: That's right.
Little Girl: And Evolutionists believe life developed from single-cell organisms and we turned into monkeys and now people?
Father: That's the long and short of it, yes.
Little Girl: So which one is true?
Father: I can tell you what I believe, sweetheart, and we can discuss how I came to believe it but that's just my opinion. I think it's important for you to decide on your own.
Little Girl: Well, I think it's complicated.
Father: How so?
Little Girl: I know we're all supposed to believe in God but I just don't understand how you can ignore the hard scientific facts.
Father: Go on.
Little Girl: And if God really did all this on His own you'd think He'd have left more proof of his work and there wouldn't be all these different religions trying to figure it out and fight over it.
They turned the corner and I lost the rest of their conversation. I wanted to run up and hug that little girl for being so freakishly smart and sincere. And I wanted to praise her father for encouraging her to do her own thinking. It's moments like these when you see the beauty and wonder of a child that you can believe in a higher power.
And then I got home and realized that the zipper on my jeans had been down the entire time I'd been out of the house, thus proving that God, in fact, doesn't exist. Or has a wretched sense of humor.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sunday Summation #3
It can be healthy to lose it a little. It purges the bad thoughts and puts things back into perspective.
Friday, April 25, 2008
In Which I Lose It A Little
The surgery is less than a week away. I'm very impatient. I want it to be done and have this entire rotten chapter closed for good. I've tried so hard not to be this 'bitch and moan' type. I've tried to put a positive spin on everything that's happened and use it as a valuable life lesson. But I'm this close to saying fuck all and hiding under the covers until they start the intravenous drip of general anesthesia. They put me back on the Levaquin - despite my protestations - to lead up to the surgery and it has knocked the energy and life out of me, in addition to the other side effects. Every inch of my body hurts. I have no focus. Tonight will be the polar opposite of last Friday's Cowcast festivities. As soon as the five o'clock bell rings I'm going home, pulling the shades down, and getting into bed. Hopefully it's just the double whammy of getting through the work week and feeling like shit that's taken a toll on me and I can de-funk by the end of the weekend.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Cowcast #5
A long overdue Cowcast for your listening enjoyment. Featuring a very special guest and her significant other.
Also, illegal activities, why gay men love straight men, and X-rated mafia names which yield drunken TMI.
Pardon my Liz Callaway-esque gasp-breathing, but apparently I'm too run down to walk and talk without sounding like I need an oxygen tank wheeled behind me. Also, this is my first Cowcast using my portable digital recorder, so the sound quality isn't tops. But I think you'll manage.
Cowcast #5
Total running time: 14 minutes, 57 seconds
Coming Up On WCOW-FM
For your enjoyment, a new Cowcast - featuring some special guest stars - will be posted later today. Stay tuned!
