I watch entirely too much tv for someone who never does. But hey atleast this up-swing in viewing comes at season finale time. Isn't the finale the best time to catch up?
The good news - I'm feeling healed enough to sit for short periods of time and even drive. The annoying news - I have to continue to wear the hip binder until next Tuesday. The good/bad news - that also means the doc doesnt want me back at work til next wednesday. Mmmm, more boredom, excess television and general anticipation of normal life again.
Movies Rented: The Life Aquatic, Hotel Rwanda, Closer, The Notebook, National Treasure, Oceans 12, Shark Tale, Lemony Snicketts A Series of Unfortunate Events. Movies still to rent/watch: Alfie, In Good Company. Have I missed anything new to video release?
Also on the entertainment upside is that it's well into baseball season and Time Warner and Cablevision settled finally - so I have MSG and FSNY on cable again - meaning all the Mets games I can possibly watch. This weekend is the first Subway series. After that the Mets go on to battle the Braves then the Marlins. Whew, what a week of good games. (Dammit if I didnt have to go back to work) Besides all that - the Mets have actually be something to watch this year. I like Big Willie style, thats for sure.
Also in the meanwhile that I've been away from daily functioning - Citizens Bank finished swallowing Charter One. So, Citizens is now my bank. We'll see what this means yet. I despised Charter One and continually made vows to take my money elsewhere. So far I do like Citizens online banking better, and they seem a smidge quicker with the transactions. I do however want to puke at their marketing choices. First, the color green they use is horrible, and the extra big fonts and smiley faces on things have got to go. Maybe I just have too much time to think about it though.
And finally - my most appreciated posesion lately: Jason Mraz Live (at Java Joes, 2001). Hands down, the best cd to calm your mind for sleep.
Recovery sucks. But I knew that. Thanks to everyone who sent along good thoughts, prayers or a call.
Yesterday was full of things I wasnt planning on ahead of time, or hadnt necessarily thought of. Took em four tries to get an IV in me. Four! The first three left little bruises and a mark from the needle and the final one that took left a gigundo purple and blue bruise. The anesthesia plan changed three times alone while I was in pre-op. I chose a spinal (where I'd be numb from the middle of my back down) and sedation as opposed to general anesthesia. We get in the operating room at the Doc says no, lets do local. (Wait, wasnt he the one recommending I go general and be completely knocked out?). Anyway, whatever they sedated me with worked perfectly, I dont remember anything after getting situated on the table and next thing I know I was awake and chatty in a recovery space. Sedation saved me the pain of a sore throat and other side effects that general can give. However - hoo boy was I confused with my body the rest of the day. One minute I'm hungry the next I'm shaking and getting sick. Lots of getting sick actually. But I was lucky to have my Mommy and my Boyfriend at my side all day. Actually my sweet Moms will be home with me until Monday. Shawn rules, he has an iron stomach and a ton of patience. I couldnt ask for a better man at my side. :)
Today I'm in usual recovery mode I guess. I type this from my parents computer, for their desk is taller and thus easier to type at while standing. I've been able to avoid the narcotic since late last night, with only a medium amount of pain - so this may be easier than expected. I made a list of movies to rent over the next ten days, and have already started in on it. Oceans 12 last night (meh), National Treasure today, Lemony Snickets A Series of Unfortunate Events tomorrow. With attempts at taking less drugs there comes more awake and bored time - but thats ok - I needed to catch up on all things tv and movie.
In the meanwhile - Dawn had her baby on mothers day. Welcome to the world little Lila Rose Padfield!
(subject line to be said as if one were Uncle Jesse).
St. Peter's Hospital Mercycare campus - I'm still waiting for my parking spot to be lined. I've hit another stretch where I feel like I'm there more than I'm anywhere. My Primary Care Dr, Dentist, Obgyn, and Surgeon all have their offices there. This week alone I had or have appointments with three of em. Next week however, hoo boy I get to go to the Surgery Center instead. Whatever will I do when I don't have to circle the parking deck three times before I find a space three minutes after my appointment time?
So yeah, finally having that needed bit of surgery. Irony here is, I had already set aside some days off - just to be that - off from work. Perhaps get a million things done - perhaps not. Just not be there for a bit. Well now I get a few more of those days off, and the perhaps not won. Actually I'm pretty sure that once I can function (probably day 4 or so of recovery) I'll be all over the internet again, nothing else to keep me entertained and all. Meh. I'm not entirely worried about it - more or less just severely not looking forward to it. I have to wear a hip binder for a few days to keep the stitches from moving - and I enjoy saying 'hip binder' so yeah - there I go - fun.
Anyway - next wednesday. Anesthesia. Stitches in my bum. Hip Binder. Narcotic pain reliver. Woo.
The other day I was showing Shawn my Pez dispenser collection and found the urge to keep digging in the boxes holding pictures and momentos from High School and before. Ahhhh Jeez. Came across the prom pictures, the ex-boyfriend box-turned- random stuff box, even came across my cookie monster rattle circa 1980, year of my birth.
That night I so happened to run into someone from my high school class at the local video store. *gasp*, Ew, ugh.
Turns out three people from my graduating class live only a few blocks away from me. High School (HFCS) is about an hour north of here, and Albany tis the state capital, and where a lot of people end up when in search of home away from small town home, but still - ew. And I say that in the nicest, I have no truly endearing or fond memories of my high school years, kind of way.
Further proof of the lingering I dont like re-visiting a past that I dont have any attachment to feeling --- I find myself looking over my shoulder in the stores and on the local roads this week.
I know I'm just being crazy - but awkward run-ins aren't really ever on my list of things to do on any given day. Also crazy is that ever-present distaste for how far you've come since graduating high school. Granted these people are no "farther" ahead in "life" than I, but I, for one, am never really up for a reminder of where I wanted to be by now. (Read: Not living in my parent's basement in Albany).