It's been a while since I have written anything. In fact, I think two holidays have come and gone.
Sadly, not much has changed. I've probably gained a little weight but in my defense it is hard to do sit-ups when it feels you have one of those long handled barbecue forks stuck in your neck.
I've also gained a little more real estate in my forehead region. I'll attribute that to stress. None of the medications I'm taking list "Hair Loss" as a possible side effect. Possible death, loss of hearing, explosive diarrhea and tingling in the extremities, yes! But not hair loss.
I've got dark circles under my eyes and I feel like I have aged 20 years this past year and a half.
Sexy, huh?
I had an MRI today. I guess that's why I'm writing this post on a blog where I said there was nothing else to say. I feel a little like Stephen King, right now. "I'm retiring from writing. This is my last book. Okay. This is my last book. Okay. I really mean it. THIS is my LAST book..."
It was a hard day today and I am guess I'm just typing away here to try and exorcise some demons.
"I CAST YOU OUT EVIL SPIRITS! GO INTO THE LIGHT!!"
After all the MRI's I have endured, you think I would mastered the art of the throat tickle by now, but gosh darn it if as soon as they slid me into the tube today my throat filled with spit and a feather appeared at the back of my throat. Tickle! Tickle! Tickle! It was torture. Torture that kept having to be stopped and restarted.
I swear. If I even see a Tickle Me Elmo in the next day or two, I'm drop kicking his little red butt across the city.
I guess that's all I have to say.
The only thing left to do is rip off this cotton ball that has been triple wrapped with some industrial surgical tape around my ape arm. If you think you hear a scream in the next hour or two, it's just me. Don't call 911 or anything. I'll be fine. I'm sure the skin on the portion of my arm will eventually regenerate.
Sorry I wasted your time. And once again provided you with no answers to your questions.
Gee. I wish the folks at MCV would say that to me...just once.
This house is clean.
Goodnight friends.
and that's Jody with a "y"
I'm always glad to write whatever it is you read, no matter the circumstance, because when I read your words I get a mental image of your face as you are typing the words, and I hear the sound of your voice in my brain as though you are speaking to me; and it helps me to feel a bit closer to you, even though physically we are hundreds of miles apart. I hope and pray that someone will finally figure out what is going on, and find a way to make it right, so that you will be able to continue the fine work you are doing without being distracted by all the pain. As C-3PO says, "If any of my circuits or gears would help, I'll gladly donate them!"
ReplyDeleteYour blog is your way to work through your stuff. Never stop. Write what you want, when you want, about what you need to work through. Those who love you don't mind. Those who mind, don't matter. I love you and pray you will be able to use this blog soon as a vehicle to bore people to death over our wedding planning !! :D No-wait, that's for The Knot.com ;) lol! <3 <3 <3 your fawn*
ReplyDeleteI'll always want to read your blog, Jody. It's the next best thing to being there.
ReplyDeleteOf course if I were there I'd want to kick some MD butt. I was just at the hospital today "advocating" for a friend who had major abdominal surgery last week and had been three days without pain meds. Yesterday her dr removed staples above and below a colostomy to allow fluid build-up to drain and to *thoroughly* clean out an area of infection... *packing* the open incision with gauze... all without pain meds or anesthetic. Why no pain meds? She didn't ASK for them. Um, hello, could they not see she was suffering?
I really, truly hate thoughtless (sadistic) doctors.
Hugs to you.
Do you have a wedding blog up yet?