You are the place where I begin, where each journey pulls me out and back again in a circumnavigation of arcs defined by our continual point of return. You are the defining compass, the home I follow; you are my lodestone, my milestone, my signpost. You describe the measured distance.I am a participant in x365 and Blog 365.
Schmutzie: Let's open a restaurant and make soups with cheezy names like "Jamaican Me Crazy".Palinode: Yes, and then we could make the less spicy version called "Jamaican Me Okay, I'm Fine Again".Palinode: This duvet cover is less orange and more of a tangelo colour.Schmutzie: Gay much?Palinode: You would never say that to Hervé Villechaize.Schmutzie: You mean that guy who played Tatt
The Palinode is home from the hospital! It is truly remarkable that someone could be slicing into his back, rearranging vertebrae, paring down a disc, and pulling nerves to and fro just yesterday afternoon, and that this evening he is lying beside me in bed telling me how comfortable and pain-free he is. On top of that, this new and improved Palinode™ has the added value of staples in his lumbar region and a collapsible walker. He is even back in good blogging form.Hallelujah.I am a participant in NaBloPoMo. Check out the upper right sidebar and vote for me in the 2008 Blogger's Choice Awards.
Hospital air infiltrates my brain like formaldehyde. It is pickled and now mostly says things like zzzzzzz and huh?.Despite the brain-pickling effects, I could not wait to go back to see the Palinode after his surgery. I hated leaving his vulnerable, unconscious self in the hands of other humans.When the nurses wheeled his bed back into the room, I gasped. I am not normally much of a gasper, being that it is an activity largely peculiar to lowbrow television and movie characters defined as uptight, but there I was, doing just that, because, mother of freaking vinegar, he was lying flat on his back. I have not seen him lie flat on his back since about last February, because his back has been too bent and his muscles have been too tight to allow for anything beyond a semi-fetal position. It was almost too good to believe, and I barely recognized his body beneath the green hospital sheet.After the surgery, we talked until he started falling in and out of sleep.I got my copy of The Ch
The Palinode's surgery starts in one-and-a-half hours. I'm off to the hospital right now to see him before that.Our fingers are firmly crossed.I am a participant in NaBloPoMo. Check out the upper right sidebar and vote for me in the 2008 Blogger's Choice Awards.
Remember that thing I wrote in my last entry about how the Palinode was being admitted to the hospital for surgery this afternoon? Well, as it turns out, not so much.His doctor has a huge issue with straightforward communication, as in he does not do either: he is not straightforward, and he does not communicate well. He does communicate by saying things like Press against my hand with you big toe and Do you wet the bed?, but then he mumbles something along the lines of admitting and possibly several days and walks out of the room without any real details or instructions. I would have called him back to clarify what we were doing in that ER room, whether or not he was coming back, and what the next steps would be if the surgery was not happening tonight, but I was too busy puzzling through all the missing details and half sentences to notice that he was already gone.He is a lovely man, I am sure.With the help of staff in both General and Emergency Admitting and several nurses in bo
I know, the Palinode is my spouse, and you probably do not want to hear all the reasons why I think he is awesome, because that has the potential to get all gooey and saccharine, but you know what? I promise to be all decent about it and keep all the aaaahhhs and oooohhhs out of it. Even I, who is writing this, do not like the head-tilting, eyelash-batting, feminine baby voice that this sort of
The following entry comes from my partner and acting contributor, the Palinode, who has chosen a rather bizarre and somewhat unsettling meat-oriented contribution for today's guest entry. I should have known. Enjoy!
pig knuckles by barlight salt and brine
pickled eggs chitlins & grits
in the morning sweetbreads for brunch -
pancreas spleen miscellaneous glands
baluut sloughed down
Guess what weekend it is? No, that's alright. I'll wait.What? You don't know? I, too, nearly forgot what this whole two days signifies, but then I am the sort of person who forgets to pick up items at the drug store that were actually on the Palinode's list I was carrying with me. I picked up everything in order of its placement on the list, because I have no brain to speak of these days, and I still missed two items. Of course, one of those items was beef jerky, and that's just wrong in the first place, so my brain probably glazed over whenever my eyes fell on that bullet point and swept on to more important things, like the part where it mentioned nachos. I also forgot bullet point number five, which read "increased access to cultural and recreational opportunities via investment in our aging infrastructure", but I blame that on the fact that my basket was already pretty full, and that would have tipped me over the ten-pound weight limit I've been given so as not to tear
#661: BETTER
PALINODE: You seem to have a lot more energy these days.
SCHMUTZIE: I know! The anti-depressant really seems to be working. I was so sad before.
PALINODE: Really? With all the lying on the couch and talking about the futility of everything, I thought you were taking a philosophy class.
