The Scoop
Today is Monday, January 1, 2007. Happy New Year! The Japanese have a tradition of eating mochi to bring in the new year, but what with braces and oh a minor inability to move my jaw or even EAT, I think I’m just going to have to eat twice as much mochi next year. Look at that. 12 hours into the new year and I already have plans for the next one. Is it organization or control freakism? 2 guesses.
The scoop today is that pain is an interesting little phenomenon. Since I am little by little getting more feeling back into my lower lip, I have the extreme pleasure of adding petty flesh wound pain to the seemingly ever-present deep bone ache pain I’ve grown to know (and not to love – I’m not THAT kind of girl…I don’t think.)
I came home on Friday and that day really sucked since we had my pain meds to fill and I had forgotten to put this lame little piece of plastic with words like Insurance and Card on it in Court’s wallet. So we chanced the Longs I frequent (they don’t love me as much as the Longs in San Anselmo did *sigh*) in “Bel Mateo” (Yes, Belmont and San Mateo had a baby) only to find out that:
1. Having your mouth banded shut may look cool, but is hard to communicate through, especially when you are in pain and have suddenly lost the ability to write in english, or sandskrit (I think that’s what I was trying to do)
2. It really really sucks when they don’t have your meds and you are in pain and can’t talk and they are holding your prescription hostage and saying they have called 10 pharmacies to no avail and that they could probably get you something by maybe Monday
3. It really really REALLY sucks when you have to ask Longs to print out of Insurance information, steal back an unfilled prescription, get driven back to Palo Alto another half an hour, be in white blinding pain, go to the Cancer Clinic which is the only place that carries your meds, choke on the meds as you try unsuccessfully to manipulate elegant and stylish elephant syringe, and try to not kill the messenger who in this case is your awesome boyfriend.
Honestly, Court needs a medal… or 5. I certainly don’t know what I did to deserve such a man, but you can’t say he’s punishment for anything in my past lives (I have theories about why I’m always phsically tortured in this life), so I have to think I did something good to deserve him.
Fast forward: Friday, Sat Mom visits, Sun Anne visits (Court feeds them both and is the perfect host), Monday I wake up in the usual bath of pain and find that all that choking I have been doing on the liquid in my syringe when I attempt to multi task (I can’t even THINK about another task while I am drinking without choking) has paid off and I think I am getting an upper respiratory infection (sore throat, pain in chest) and I keep thinking of Gramps and how he choked so much after his stroke and then got pneumonia and I feel so horrible for everything he had to go through.
In conclusion, I am :
1. tired
2. in pain
3. scared/worried that I may be nursing a not so pleasant health thing.
4. thinking about Gramps and missing him and feeling so horrible about what he had to endure and thinking also, It’s a good thing this crap happens to me because my imagination is not awesome enough to come close to imagining what the human body can endure. I’m not saying I want to go through this, but I am saying I appreciate going through this. It’s both humbling and educational…and did I mention humbling? yeah. It’s all that and a melted ball of wax placed directly on exposed sensitive flesh. Awesome!
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