In the Saddle

Considering I had surgery four days ago, I think that’s pretty good, no?

Forget the fact that I can’t yet eat normal meals and didn’t really realize that…it was a great half of a night with our dear friends, Matt and Laura. Unfortunately, this new system of mine reared its ugly head and I got tired and felt like…well…there could be problems. Thus. We went home.

Now it’s Jonny and I, in sweats, watching the boxed set of The West Wing (courtesy of Matt and Laura….thanks, guys!). Kind of the same as any other night of the year. Except this night will turn into 2011.

And 2011 will be great. It WILL be. I know it.

Happy New Year, my friends and loved ones.

The pathology came back on my gall bladder; it was definitely infected.

Guess I don’t need cognitive-behavioral therapy after all. I shake my fist at you, first doctor who wrote my issues off as hypochondriacal and/or crazy. I shake my mother-effing fist.

So, so far, I feel fine. I’m very sore in my abdomen, but that’s to be expected. I was super out of it from the anesthesia and don’t really remember much of anything, but that’s a good thing. I slept all day Monday and some yesterday…nothing out of the ordinary.

The one weird side effect, which I think is from a anti-nausea patch they put right behind my ear, my sight is all wonky. I can’t see far, but I also can’t really see near that well either (when I’m wearing my glasses or lenses).  The anesthesiologist told me that might happen. So I can’t put in my contact lenses because if something gets too close, it gets all blurry. So I’m going between not wearing my glasses at all and bringing whatever I’m working on super close to my face and wearing my glasses and looking below them, like an old lady.

Oh the side effects. Interesting. This best be going away soon. Oy..

Anyway…off to the doctor to get my bandages off. YAY!

Check in time is at 6am. By about 9am I will no longer have a gall bladder. I’m honestly terrified, though I know I shouldn’t be. Hopefully this is the beginning of the road to feeling great.

We shall see.

See y’all on the other side of the knife.

You guys, that Liz Taylor White Diamonds commercial has been on tv since God was a boy.

Hooooooooleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

From your little Jewish Saddle.

*SasstacularStaci, I hope your friend is satisfied. wink wink.

Jonny and I have grown accustomed to sleeping with a sound machine in order to drown out the noise from a certain neighbor we love so much (read: sarcasm).

We named it. It’s Gloria Estefan.

Cuddling with your dog is great, until she cuts the most rancid farts ever, you think you might vomit in your mouth.

*The more you know!*

Breaks from school are fantastic. It’s so slow, I can accomplish all sorts of things I can’t do with the li’l students are around. Thus…look what I did today!

First a preview. You all saw my GPOYW yesterday (if not, click!). Well….here’s the result:

Isn’t it beeyooteefull???? I’m so proud.

sparkleneelysparkle:

so Elizabeth just posted this on her blog about MK and i feel compelled to share with you my favorite story about MK of all time. i have told many people this story in person and i have no qualms telling it here. if you’ve heard it, i am sorry. its somewhat better in person and if my flip camera were working i would make a video of it but this will have to do. 

background: i used to work for someone who dated ashley and she and her sister would show up at work functions on occasion. they kept to themselves mostly so i didn’t know them very well. but one time, there were about 10 of us just sitting around drinking beers in the conference room of our office. ashley was sitting in a chair with my boss’s dog on her lap. the dog was a puppy and a little spoiled so it was whining and crying. 

so ashley takes sip of her beer and goes “[boss man] all your dog does is cry. anywhere he goes all he does is cry! its so depressing!”

now, this whole time while everyone is kind of sitting around drinking amstel lights and eating baja fresh and bullshitting and talking about boss man’s dog, MK is sitting in a stool kind of removed from everyone else…sort of like a bad kid in the corner. the minute that ashley made her comment about boss man’s dog, MK leans out of the shadow she’s sitting in, takes a drag on her marlboro red and dead pans the following line: 

“i wish i could go somewhere and just cry all the time”

This needed the reblog for its amazingness.

Ow.

Regarding the Spiderman incident: the actor who got hurt, Chris Tierney, is a former dancer at the company I worked for. He’s a magnetic and insanely talented person and it breaks my heart that he got so hurt doing what he loves. My friend and former coworker Alexis (known on this blog as Ablarxis) stated something beautifully on FB that is worth repeating:

Well said, Lex. Indeed.

Okay, yes. I did it. I bought a pair of black cord jeggings. I’m wearing them as pants. They’re fucking comfortable.

I’m wearing jeggings, okay???