Brash.
And if I had the time I'd expound on all things hypocritical. Definetly having one of those stretches of days where any little tiny piece of hypocrisy doesnt slide off but brews under the surface til I'm ripe and ready to pull out my gigundo soap box. Stand back world, cuz my observant mind is tired of it.
And - Happy Birthday to my Grandma. She's cooler than your Grandma.
I've learned a lot about pain this week. The origin of my pain in particular? A Pilonidal Cyst. Friends, don't ever have this happen to you. Besides the discomfort of location, it's most definetly the most pain I've ever been in. Started out last Friday as enough pain that I couldn't bend over and wasn't sure why - then came the ER, then three days of narcotic pain killers, then came the Surgeon and the most screaming and crying I've ever done, then came this week of torture. I've been home, laying around, feeling uncomfortable, waiting and wondering how long this thing takes to heal over. Patience aint my virtue. I'm lazy - I like sitting on my bum. I work with the public - and I just spent ten days doing absolutely nothing. Dude.
Ok so the funny thing is what pain does to your psyche. I've been a royal mess this week. I'm a natural worrier, but this was a different kind of fear. Granted some of it stemmed from the fact that I'd never had a more horrific doctor visit than with the surgeon. Scary old Man as I referred to him mostly, the surgeon was not a gentle man, no. However, on the return visit when I was in significantly less pain.. hey who's the nice guy? where went the demon who couldn't take my screams?
Pain + Fear also affects your appetite. I'm not a girl used to the idea of not finishing what I wanted to eat. I like to eat. I like food. Much of this week consisted of water and not being able to finish what I wanted to eat a few minutes earlier. Oy is that frustrating.
So what happened in the end? Well I don't know yet, isn't that fun? The cyst has drained out and is in the process of healing. I can now once again sit on my big bum with only minor discomfort. I'll be going back to work in two days. But, the cliffhanger to this whole pain in my rump is that the recurrance rate of these is incredibly high. In the ER they told me something like 98%. Because of infection and the sheer size of it, I didnt have it all removed - and conceivably not until after the new year will I have time to be out of commission for another week solid. It's not a necessity to get it all removed either, but do I really want to do this again? I think not. I'm no fan of pain.
Hoo Boy what a week. Though I've literally done a whole lot of nothing - I sure do have a lot to blog about. All sorts of stuff ranging from the most physical pain I've ever been in to crazy dreams to the art of driving without actually sitting. It's truly amazing how much you can learn even when your daily stimuli are taken away. After my follow up visit to the Surgeon tomorrow I'll share more. (and on that note - wish me luck!)
However now that I've sufficiently tantalized you all - I give you this link only:
Dear Vh1:
The name of your show is "Bands Reunited"; not 'Bands reject your proposal and waste the viewers time'. Advertisements saying "This week on bands reuninted -- " , Make one think they will actually see said band re-unite. Please don't do that to me again.
That is all.
Signed,
One mislead New Kids on the Block fan.
Lately, on a daily basis, I've been picking up a NYPost and *actually* reading the newspaper. Granted, on a journalistic hierarchy the Post lies somewhere between 'Sensationalistic crap' and 'actual reporting - but not much depth'. Which, sadly is probably the reason I can make newspaper reading a daily event.
Anyway - the Post has a 'Weird But True' column that consistenly breaks up the monotony of front page politics and page 6 trash with absolute random left field snipets. One of today's had me laughing outloud and thinking of all the times I've mentally planned out a similar scenario - you know in those random wouldn't that be funny thoughts we all have.
For your reading pleasure:
September 3, 2004 --
This one really takes the cake.
A 6-foot-tall, 275-pound bearded man crashed a kids' birthday party in Illinois, identified himself as a superhero, and wolfed down a piece of cake.
When a stunned parent asked the intruder his name, he replied:
"I am vengeance! I am the knight! I am Batman!"
Then he drove off in a red Batmobile. (Well, actually, it was a 1988 Cadillac).
"I've been on the job 31 years and I've seen a lot of weird stuff, but nothing like this," said Oak Forest Deputy Police Chief Nick Sparacino.
Today I learned that any staff meeting at your place of employement can be made better with the following:
- cash
- food
- crayons
- little bendy people and animals
- nerf balls
- happy face noise makers
- clapper noise makers
- a light saber toy (used as a pointer)
Today was my day off, but I had to report for a Signature Training session. We got actual banquet food too - a hot lunch with three courses! I burned my lunch off during our break, playing some impromptu baseball, then a lil sword fight between my co-workers light saber toy and my unique but deadly clapper plus happy face noise maker combo. (distract then attack!). This of course all in the same small meeting room in the hotel.
So moral of the story - despite the fact that I don't make all that much money and the front desk can be stressful - my job sure can make up for that sometimes with all the fun we get to have... and other perks like discounts and contests sure dont hurt either.