I know, I know, it’s been a while. I’m pretty much behind on everything. So without further ado, some randomness and and some ’splaining:
- I did not have a heart attack. I had pericarditis. Or something spelled similarly. I spent about 14 hours in the ER with nothing to watch but the “Misery Loves Company” movie-thon on the Lifetime Network. (couldn’t figure out how to change the channel with the remote thingie without accidentally calling the nurse instead; and the television was too high for me to reach to change it the old fashioned way). The “Misery Loves Company” movie-thon could be an entire blogpost in and of itself. Seriously. Who enjoys watching overly melodramatic movies about predatory family members and raving lunatic murderers who enjoy first cutting up a woman’s face before the killin’ commences? Honest, that’s some strange crap. Anyway, I got an EKG (weird, but not painful), a CT scan (that contrast they inject gives off a weird I-think-I-just-peed-my-pants-even-though-I-know-I-didn’t feeling), a MRI (loud. claustrophobic. also more of that weird contrast crap) and was sent home with some medication and instructions to come back right away if the pain doesn’t go away or gets worse. The only truly painful part of the proceedings (the literal kind, not the metaphorical kind involving bad Lifetime movies) was when they ripped the tape off while they were removing the IV. They took a nice chunk of skin along with it. I still have a faint tape outline on my arm. But truly, you would be AMAZED how a fake heart attack can be incentive enough to eat healthily and avoid fried stuff. I should have had a fake heart attack right when I first started gaining the weight. I’d have never had this problem to begin with!
- I bought awesome fake jewelry at the theatre fundraiser last weekend. A fake amethyst ring and another ring with a stone so fake that I don’t think the color actually exists in nature. It’s a weird shade of green. Anyway, I love them. I have been wearing them every day this week. I don’t wear jewelry very often so that’s saying something.
- Cella got adopted!!! Only her owner is going to rename her Bella because she has a niece with a very similar name to “Cella” and didn’t want there to be any confusion. So I must call her Bella from here on out. Bella’s new mom is out of town for a couple of weeks, but she’ll return on the 18th and will come and pick Bella up on the 19th. They’re the perfect family for her. Her new dad is retired and they don’t expect she’ll be alone during the day much more than 2 or 3 hours. They like to go on daily walks and plan on taking Bella with them. Their grandkids and nieces and nephews are always over at the house so Bella will have plenty of kids to get love from. Plus they enjoy training dogs and Bella could sure use some training. It’s like they were all made for each other. I’m really happy for Bella, though I have to admit that even though she can be a stubborn little stinker, I’m still going to miss her. She’s a great big cuddly, loving, sweetheart of a puppy dog. She deserves this awesome family.
- It’s very quiet in the office today. Work-mom is out sick still so I have the entire office to myself. I got the first-checking done in record time and still have to get the data-entry completed. I’m taking a short lunch to do this post at the behest of my three favorite (only) blog readers. I’ll shout out, just ’cause I love ya’ll so much…Foi!!!! Sunshine!!!! Gypsy!!!!!!! Consider yourselves shout-outed.
- Found a new comic. (like I need anymore to get addicted to…damn you Lone Star Comics) This one is called Echo and it’s by Terry Moore. I have a feeling I may be in the process of falling in a deep Joss Whedon kind of love with Terry Moore. It’s got these gorgeous intertwined relationships that play out in the most ingenious way. I thought at first it would be kind of like Stephenie Meyer’s “The Host” the way it was described to me (two conciousnesses–is that even a word–sharing one body), but it’s nothing like it. Go check it out. According to the bio, he’s written another comic series called Strangers in Paradise, which I will be checking out. If he is indeed a Joss Whedon sort, I will probably wind up paying money for a copy of his Gap commercial, should he ever write one.
- On the way to Houston last September for a training conference, I had this conversation with my co-worker about whether or not we would like to meet the people we idolize. Co-worker was all for it, but I’m strangely hesitant. I have to admit it would be cool to meet some of the writers/creative types who inspire me. But I think I would be in such awe that I would have no idea what to say and would both look and feel stupid. Plus, while I’m aware we’re all human and we all have faults and weaknesses, I’m not sure I want to know what their faults and weaknesses are besides what they choose to share in their creations. If that makes any kind of sense. It’s easier to suspend disbelief when I don’t know all that much about them. However, I reserve the right to change my mind should any of the people who inspire me call up and ask me out for lunch.
Okay, the randomness ends here. I have to get back to work. Hopefully this satisfied the “where the hell have you been” emails I’ve been getting.
