This one's for Anderson

I got the sweetest message from a DC friend who seemed concerned over the state of my brain...no worries my dear blogging affectionado's...if anything is going to fry, frizzle, drain or chop my brain up, it will not be some pathetic doctor.

In fact my surgery was the removal of a non-cancerous lump that had given me headaches back in August. I could have left it but why? I'm not in a country with free health care for nothing! So I get my stitches removed on thursday.

A friend from DC, who currently is inhabiting my old apartment is visiting on Friday..should be fun times before LJE heads back to DC:(

I'm rambling. I'm off to the gym...

When blood coagulates its time to operate

It seems its the week of weeks for surgery. Last Friday my dad went in, yesterday my highschool teacher's wife went in and today, so did I.

My lobotomy was scheduled for 11 AM. I arrived early, fresh faced and ready to face the scalpel. My head was no longer going to cause problems, no longer going to swell and then ooze out over a period of weeks. I was ready.

Ushered inside, I sat down and consulted with the Doctor over the procedure...Local anaethestic, don't get the wound wet for 48 hours (EWWW!!!) and take off your top...ok they never said it and I didn't do it. Some nurse was watching the procedure, picking up pointers for the next lobotomy.

I laid down on the bed, face down into the little air hole they have. Jabbed with needles the sweet sweet goodness of numbness dripped into my head. Then he started to cut...deep incisions..ok, not at all..I really can't comment on this because I felt pretty much nothing...and then...

'OH BUGGER' decreed the Doctor, who stood staring at the wound. I asked 'What's up Doc?' and he said, 'it's deeper than I thought, I'm having problems getting to it'.

So he poked and pulled and prodded at my head, trying to make it work. You could sense his anger and the tension in the room started to grow. Again he poked, again he prodded. He jabbed and tugged yet he couldn't make the little cyst move. Excusing his incompetence he said that it was far to early to remove the item, seeing as it had only swelled a month back....clearly I'd need to wait a year for a successful remove...it was not his fault.

So he sutured me up x2 and the nurse cleaned my bleeding head. I walked out, still in need of surgery and not being able to shower for 48 hours....GOD LOVE THE NHS!!!

It's written in the stars

Saturday September 10/2005

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 23). Some people are so charming that they make you doubt your own attractiveness. You don't need to worry for a second! You've still got it, and nobody can take that away from you! Besides, your competition is not "all that."

Of course I still have it, I never doubted it. Look at me. I'm awesome...competition? I'm in a league of my own baby, a league of my own....

M is a Liar

He said he posted but he never.

Therefore he is a liar.

Which is not a nice thing to be.

That is all I have to say today.

I can't NOT Post about it

I could post about general activities in my life: headed up to Carlisle with M and his folks to buy M a car, planning my move to Bangor, wHales to bunk out till December with the boy, seeing We Are Scientists, working on the thesis, etc. but I'm compelled to write about the obvious...that bitch Katrina.

Now I know that Katrina has been getting a lot of coverage lately, and let's face it, she's fucking riviting. Everytime you thought she had finished, she keeps turning up, wrecking havoc on folks and leaving them, broken and alone. It's amazing how many families she's manage to screw over, and how well after she's gone, she still manages to do damage.

Yet whilst she's riviting, I'm really pissed off about her. I can't believe that everyone has kinda let this happen, especially when they full well knew she was coming to town. Now I know that she's unstable and changes her mind on a dime, but come on: it's like if you hate Hallowe'en -- you shut the lights and leave town for the night and face the consequences in the morning. So it upsets me that people didn't leave when they had a chance.

Yes yes, not everyone was at liberty to just up and leave...but people could have helped. Why weren't there efforts to get everyone out, because like I said, it's not like people want to be around her. She made her intentions known well before she dropped in, and there are plenty of buses, planes, trains, cars, etc that could be commandered to help people pull a runner.

And then she shows up, bitchy as usual. Throwing shit around and letting everyone know that's she's fucking furious. Tearing families apart, doing her usual murderous rampage, slapping people around like they don't exist. And as soon as she's done, she leaves, crashing the car just to prove a point, and then what happens. NOTHING! No one goes in to see if they can help mend the mess...no one brings potlucks over, knowing that Katrina stole the boat and flooded the house. No one thinks to send some water since she clogged the plumbing, they just wait.

I know I know, logistics, etc. But come on! This is ridiculous! And of course its a racial thing. Oh this doesn't happen to white people...they know to leave when Katrina's coming into town. Katrina only fucks over the blacks and hispanics, etc. I don't necessarily think that she's a racist, I think she just goes for the easy targets...you know, the one's who couldn't get out. Like I said, she's a bitch.

So I'm just a little upset. And yet rivited. I keep watching for my updates, wishing I could help but thankful I didn't have to deal with her. I just hope that maybe Georgie will finally address the fact that the next time katrina, or her sister's and brothers stop by, that people might need to take cover...