So I've got a bum toe, you see. It's gotta stay elevated for the rest of the day which means I'm stuck here on the couch with only the internet and my TiVo full of nothing to keep me occupied. It's been some time since I've posted, but the stresses of work and life tend to diminish my desire to write. I like to use my blog for actually writing something thoughtful or insightful, not for jotting down every random thought that pops into my head the way so many bloggers do. I even go so far as to bookmark an online thesaurus so I spell my four-dollar words right and sound slightly more intelligent than I actually am. Nerd, nerd, I know.
Today, however, is not a dictionary.com day. It's more of a "I-really-need-to-kill-some-time" day, so don't be expecting too much depth in today's post. Here's what's on my mind.
When I was a kid, I had a bad experience with a doctor who was going to remove something out of my left heel. She held up a needle and said in her horrible-sounding accent, "Ziss is going to hurt like craaaaazy!!" The pain was horrendous and the moment was burned into my memory. So when I had to have some work done on my toe this morning, I couldn't escape the twenty-year old memory of that old bat and the big needle. I knew that this procedure was simple and truly wouldn't be that bad, but it wasn't enough to allow me a decent night's sleep or enable me to stay calm in the chair. Suffice it to say I was embarassed. I had a good childhood I suppose, but we all have our traumatic moments that affect us as adults. I should probably consider myself lucky that this was pretty much it.
Today, however, is not a dictionary.com day. It's more of a "I-really-need-to-kill-some-time" day, so don't be expecting too much depth in today's post. Here's what's on my mind.
When I was a kid, I had a bad experience with a doctor who was going to remove something out of my left heel. She held up a needle and said in her horrible-sounding accent, "Ziss is going to hurt like craaaaazy!!" The pain was horrendous and the moment was burned into my memory. So when I had to have some work done on my toe this morning, I couldn't escape the twenty-year old memory of that old bat and the big needle. I knew that this procedure was simple and truly wouldn't be that bad, but it wasn't enough to allow me a decent night's sleep or enable me to stay calm in the chair. Suffice it to say I was embarassed. I had a good childhood I suppose, but we all have our traumatic moments that affect us as adults. I should probably consider myself lucky that this was pretty much it.
I'm kinda interested to know what it looks like under the bandages.
I went to my high school reunion a couple of weeks ago. I've been in Texas for six years now so it was really shocking to walk into that room and see forty people I haven't seen in a decade. I was really curious about how it was all going to go down. Would people stay with their little cliques or branch out and talk to others? Would I be shocked at how some people looked? Would there be large amounts of alcohol resulting in much tomfoolery? The answers would all be yes. I was pleasantly surprised how the majority of folks mixed and mingled with the people outside our social circle. I probably spoke more to some people in one evening than I did in all four years of high school. I have to give the class of '98 some credit, we looked pretty good as a whole! Most of us looked the same or better, there were only a couple that I did a double take on. I imagine most reunions are like that. And of course, the presence of a keg added a little "flair" to the evening. I made it home at half past one in the morning smelling like vodka and red bull thanks to a tipsy friend who couldn't keep a firm enough grip on his cup. All in all, I had a blast with my best friend, Holly and my former classmates.
Look good, have a job. The keys to success at your high school reunion. Holly and I definitely did well.
I hate daytime television. I have dozens of channels and the only thing I can tolerate at the moment is 'The Bonnie Hunt Show" on mute. It's all either "who my baby daddy?" talk shows or Dora the Explorer. There's nothing good on the TiVo and I can't go out and rent anything. I have Iron Man on DVD but Jonathan will get mad if I watch it without him. So here I sit. Numb toe plopped up on two pillows, cat snoozing next to me, cell phone likely out of rollover minutes.
Bo-ring.
That is, until the anesthetic starts wearing off and I begin to realize that this guy just hacked off a third of my toenail. That'll be interesting.
Bo-ring.
That is, until the anesthetic starts wearing off and I begin to realize that this guy just hacked off a third of my toenail. That'll be interesting.
Hey, cat. Why don't you make yourself useful and go get me a burrito or something? Or you can just lay there.
