And Home Again
It all seems like a dream. Was I ever really gone? Did I really make it through this alive? Was I really that stressed for the past several weeks? Yes, yes and yes. And now all I can do is wait. Sigh. At least there's nothing I can do at this point. Either they want me or don't: either way, I survived, and think that I still ended up smelling like roses on the other side.
The rest of the trip was fantabulously relaxing. I am now the proud new owner of several pairs of comfy pants that should fit effortlessly over that nasty brace that I will be sporting by the end of the week. Lynne and I also went to see Brokeback Mountain on Saturday night. Its as good as they say.
I also learned a critical life lesson on Friday night: just because Phrilly is not with you does NOT mean that you will get out of doing shots. I made the mistake of putting her on the phone with Lynne for what ended up being at least 5 minutes. When I got the phone back, Phrilly had already hung up without saying goodbye. When I asked Lynne what they talked about (they have never met), Lynne basically said "Mind your business", and stepped away from the table. When she came back, she had two shots of Goldschlager. Bitch. Times 2.
My flight was delayed by over an hour coming home (stupid Air Canada... I don't like them anymore and WILL NOT defend them during cocktail conversation). But thankfully, Mike offered to pick me up from the airport, and as such I was not nearly as much the crotchety old bitch that I may have been. God bless him. That also meant that I got sushi when I got home. Brilliant.
And after doing jack-shit today at work, I am off home to start compiling a collection of clothing that I will be able to don at the end of the week. Its funny, starting to think about how this surgery will actually affect my life... I will have a very difficult time showering, which will be unfortunate. I will have to carefully contemplate what I will wear. And I will have a difficult time TTCing it around this city. I'm not going to do well with being laid up, I can tell you that. But at least Michelle will be my bitch.
Brilliant.
The rest of the trip was fantabulously relaxing. I am now the proud new owner of several pairs of comfy pants that should fit effortlessly over that nasty brace that I will be sporting by the end of the week. Lynne and I also went to see Brokeback Mountain on Saturday night. Its as good as they say.
I also learned a critical life lesson on Friday night: just because Phrilly is not with you does NOT mean that you will get out of doing shots. I made the mistake of putting her on the phone with Lynne for what ended up being at least 5 minutes. When I got the phone back, Phrilly had already hung up without saying goodbye. When I asked Lynne what they talked about (they have never met), Lynne basically said "Mind your business", and stepped away from the table. When she came back, she had two shots of Goldschlager. Bitch. Times 2.
My flight was delayed by over an hour coming home (stupid Air Canada... I don't like them anymore and WILL NOT defend them during cocktail conversation). But thankfully, Mike offered to pick me up from the airport, and as such I was not nearly as much the crotchety old bitch that I may have been. God bless him. That also meant that I got sushi when I got home. Brilliant.
And after doing jack-shit today at work, I am off home to start compiling a collection of clothing that I will be able to don at the end of the week. Its funny, starting to think about how this surgery will actually affect my life... I will have a very difficult time showering, which will be unfortunate. I will have to carefully contemplate what I will wear. And I will have a difficult time TTCing it around this city. I'm not going to do well with being laid up, I can tell you that. But at least Michelle will be my bitch.
Brilliant.
posted by Anderson at 1:02 PM
3 Comments:
Make Cleavers give you a sponge bath. Anything useful that I can pilfer from the hospital that might come in handy?
LMD, how did you figure out that a sponge bath was my cunning plan?
Curses, foiled again.........
But a bedpan and some medium sized rubber gloves would go down a treat, thanks!
holy crap, you're dissing me on your blog TOO???!!! The injustice!
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