Archive for September, 2008
good patients sing to their doctors
i was told you are supposed to have your wisdom teeth removed in your mid-teens. oops.
i got my wisdom teeth ganked yesterday morning after having the appointment rescheduled twice. barrels of fun, i’ll tell you. my favorite future brother-in-law took me there and i wasn’t really sure how any of it was going to go. and to be honest, the only thing i was told is that i am a “good patient.” justin informed me that i was telling all of the nurses what a fabulous guy he is, and was also serenading them with the theme song of alvin and the chipmunks (in reference to my hugely swollen cheeks). also, i had to be carried to the truck. i called my father twice, possibly a third time. i’m not one of those little ones who handles anesthesia well, and i’m still not.
the night before though, justin and i had grand ol’ time learning “get some” songs on the guitar. we also concluded that playing guitar does not give you some mystical pick-up-members-of-the-opposite-sex powers. we also dragged out the cello, i gave a brief lesson, and were up til 2:30 just screwing around on our instruments. if we had a bass and one more guitar there we would have had it made. i showed justin the cause for a cellist’s true hatred of pachelbel’s canon in D, and he, in turn, showed me this collegehumor.com video. it’s on my myspace page too.
i tried to go to our softball game last night. my friends are smart - they let me think that they were going to take me but fully had no intention of doing so. i’m sure that was a good idea because about 30 minutes before they left, i got up off of the couch to go to the bathroom and fainted. good thing the hardwood floor broke my fall. now, not only does does my swollen mouth hurt like all hell, but the nice little goose-egg on my skull feel like someone is pounding me with a hammer. on the bright side, i’m downing chocolate milkshakes at the rate that no one else in atlanta will be able to lay their hands on one, AND scared hitless won the game and came home with one big-ass trophy.
my dad is my sunshine. he got me a nice little boquet of flowers that are conveniently situated at the end of the couch by my feet. basically if i’m awake, i’m looking at them.
right now i’m bored out of my mind. i’m waiting for the hydrocodone that i just took to kick in and knock me out for a few hours. and i can’t tell you how much i would love to be able to consume some type of red meat and a nice cold beer. i can feel the stitches in the back of my mouth which is really starting to bother me, but at least i’m not completely numb anymore.
i hate to say this, but i’m actually wishing i were at work. there is nothing worthwhile on tv other than the gameshow network. i like the gameshow network so much. where else can you see mark summers from double dare, calton from the fresh prince, ben stein, and rachel ray all within 5 minutes of each other? i also love innocent family tv. it reminds me of the times that life was easy.
nana is not doing so well again. i really wish i could be at home to help my family out with her care, but that obviously isn’t an option. i’m not fully sure how to update on that, but i just know that time is running low.
to all of you who have called, texted, brought me a milkshake, or listened to me blab away in my constant drugged-up state, i just want to say thank you. i really appreciate it more than you can imagine. you prove that the word “family” is not exhaustive to those who have the same DNA as i.
procrastination commencement
i’ve recently been on a political tirade because quite frankly, I’m fed up with the government’s uncanny ability to be excessively cavalier and the american people’s inability to take responsibility for their own actions. it’s everyone’s lunch break, and although no one in my department speaks to one another and i, in fact, can hear the mouse clicks of a coworker who is at least 25 feet away from me, i have already picked up on 3 politically based conversations (and likely the only conversations in this area thus far today).
it’s seemingly on everyone’s mind: the economy. it’s aggitating me because it’s holding me back! people are afraid to lose their jobs because they can’t get another one. i commented yesterday to benjamin that i was skeptical about leaving my job because i am too specialized. [i'm itching to leave atlanta, to spread my wings, to start over, and to experience some new people and places (i get like this quite often).] regardless, some claim that job specialization and expertise allows for you to ask for more money, but in turn, also locks you into your current position because you can’t go anywhere else - unless of course you find a need for your specialization elsewhere. cyclically, you can’t find said job because everyone else is too afraid to leave it. ah, the struggles of being “too good” at what you “do.” therefore, there will be no wing spreading (or spreading of anything it seems) for me. no new job, no new city, no purchase of a house (why buy one when i’ll see no equity if i leave it within 5-10 years?), no new jeep wrangler or sexy little roadster. thanks, economy.
that was quite a digression. however, i’m realizing that i am stuck in either CAD, HVACR, experimental methodology, or something of the sort. depressing. business school will help. i’ll get into operations and finally get down to being “qualified” for doing strategic analysis.
last night i faced the facts with daniel, and the fact of the matter is that when we’re around each other, we’re into each other - and when we’re not, well, there’s 1200 miles between us. he asked me why i wasn’t dating anyone else. easy answer: i don’t really want to. i always end up being “too distant” or not wanting to “spend enough time” with unnamed suitors. plus, the only one i was actually really into… i really messed that one up. i’m not used to hearing “no” which makes me want it worse. in turn, i pulled way too many uncharacteristic moves and now have just lost all hope in it. mr. nathan told me that the guy had to be crazy, but i told him that was not in fact true at all, because in his eyes, i’m the crazy one. for the first time in a long time, i am. i freaking hate that. i hate losing. be it what it will, i turned into a total pud and have even been made fun of for it (thanks, jonathan, you’re so sensitive). so, with my hat tipped to daniel (who didn’t actually realize that he almost broke my heart), i’m not dating. the one big compliment from him was that girls like me come along once in a blue moon. they all say that, though. plus, most guys don’t care to know me very well - they’d prefer other things. i guess that speaks volumes.
my dad and i chat it up every day. because of this, he wants to jump on my phone plan since i’ve run up his cell phone bill. oops. it’s nice to be close to him again. it took 2 years, but we’re getting there. he’s very dry humored, and you have to pay attention to pick up on his quips. since my sense of humor is similar, i find the man hilarious. i’m a daddy’s girl.
the last remaining bits of wisdom i have are being surgically removed tomorrow. goodbye, teeth. according to jason, i’m not “evolved” which is why i have all 4 of them in the first place. i’m not looking forward to it, but if you want to be sweet to me, consider yourself educated that i’m on a liquid diet for the next few days, and the way to my heart is through my stomach (and a chocolate milkshake). i’ll be at the K$/JT residence until Friday night. After that, I’ll be in the back of my cul-de-sac.
i better feign some work.
(GOAL!)