5 posts tagged “yay”
I didn't want to say anything before because really there wasn't anything to say except "this sucks and I'm worried." But anyway, my 20 month old niece (she of the bitchslapping and who looks like a miniature version of me and is such a happy go lucky low maintenance kid that I am almost tempted to try procreation) had her tonsils out on Wednesday.
The surgery itself went fine, but something wasn't right with her during recovery. She was running a fever, lethargic and wouldn't eat. (And trust me, this kid is an eater.) The doctors suspected pneumonia, which would have been Very Bad, but she had a chest X-ray on Thursday and while there was some congestion, it wasn't to pneumonia levels. She's spent the last four days in the hospital and finally was released last night. She's not back to her perky bitchslapping self, but will make a full recovery. So yay. If you ever want to get well and truly depressed, try to imagine a toddler's funeral. That's where I was mentally on Friday.
On the bright side, since my brother and his wife were staying at the hospital, the Nephew has been staying with my parents. I've been getting some unintentionally hilarious e-mails from my mother about their adventures.
Check it out, Gentle Reader....
A bingo with two triple word scores - in FRENCH, no less - for 212 points. I may have to change my underwear. *sigh* Golly, I love Scrabulous.
Happiness is waking up at your usual time only to realize that you can sleep for 1.5 hours more because of your new work schedule/living arrangement.
It's also a warm puppy, but my landlord won't let me have dogs.
I am feeling much better. About everything.
I got a conference proposal accepted. Now I'm having those "aw no...what did I get myself into?!?" stomach flutters, but I have a couple of months to figure out how exactly I'm going to fill my time. Note to self: Do not submit future conference proposals while in the middle of a nervous breakdown.
Back in my B-town days - the first time - I was rather fond of going to the Upstairs Pub and ordering "the big blue drink". Only after having a 32 Long Island Iced Tea, of course, which the Upstairs is awesome at making. (The funny thing is I don't remember ever going there when I was back in B-town for the second time.) One can imagine how charming a young tortuga was, leaning on the bar and slurring "gimme the big blue drink, please." Well, thanks to the miracle of Facebook, I have learned this week that the drink has a real name and that name is "AMF" And now that I know what is in it, I can see why I tended to literally fall off of barstools when I used to drink it.
Speaking of which, I'm going to B-town next month to visit the Tattooed Librarian! We're going to celebrate me being a year away from our former employer, our retrospective birthdays and life in general. w00t! The last time I went to b-town my dad got really sick and almost died. That was a bummer, to say the least.
I'm really enjoying the Rhapsody music player. I'm listening to the "classic lounge" channel right now and I sort of want to turn my office into a swingers lounge.
There was some more, but I really should get back to work. I'm just trying to write these things down when I think of them. Look out...I'm being all Oprah gratitude journally again.
I just went into my closet to find a pair of jammie pants since it's a little chilly in my apartment and spending the day lounging around almost requires the wearing of jammie pants. But I digress....
Anyhoo, as I was in there, I spied those skirts I purchased at the beginning of the Summer of '05 to wear traveling to job interviews and to wear once I was gainfully employed. Those skirts that after living with my parents for three months post-graduation and working that crazy shift last year I couldn't even yank up over my hips, let alone zip them. The skirts that I joined fucking Weight Watchers to get back into and only got a lot of aggravation and the loss of $100 in return. Well, I decided since I was standing there with no pants on anyway, I'd give them a try. And you know what? They fit now! They're still a leeeeetle bit tight and I wouldn't want to wear them for 9 hours at work just for comfort reasons, but hot damn, they fit! And I haven't been even trying to diet or anything! w00t!
I know I should not let my size affect me for good or bad, because that way madness lies, but still...that was quite the pleasant discovery. It almost makes up for the fact that right as I left my computer, I was slightly dismayed to realize that my last two posts were about kitchen appliances. And that my answer for today's Vox qotd is....
Who is your Alert In Case Of Emergency person?
My parents. Still.
