Hi. Sorry for the lack of updates – not that I think anybody is hanging on my every word, of course, but as long as I’m paying for this thing I might as well use it, eh? The thing is, my sleep schedule is still out of whack from being off for a week and a half. I was able to slip back into my body’s normal pattern: in bed between 10 and 11, up anywhere from 6 to 8. Now that I’m back working swing shift, my l’il brain has decided that it doesn’t get sleepy until, oh, three or four in the morning, and it wants to wake up after about six hours of sleep, which is two short of what I actually need. In other words, I’m all fucked up on sleep dep, and not in a good, productive way.
Enough about me. Science Girl is progressing nicely; in fact, she’s out having lunch with a friend right now. That would have been unthinkable just a week ago. I was gonna write about all the BS we had to go through regarding getting her dressings changed by a pro, but I’m way too wiped to even attempt that. Suffice to say that it’s under control now, and they want her to try out some sort of vacuum-powered healing gadget which I don’t understand but which may speed up her already-fairly-speedy healing process. Huzzah for science.
Musically… well, I’ve still got the same stuff on my plate and am no closer to posting anything than I was last time. Between keeping things running here, working, and attempting to decompress, I just haven’t been able to get that aspect together.
I will throw in a quick note, though. I picked up a copy of Wayne Shorter’s 1964 release, JuJu, the other day. I have the vinyl (somewhere) that I picked up back about 20 years ago & was wanting to hear it again. What struck me this time out is how thoroughly pianist McCoy Tyner mops the studio floor with young Mr. Shorter, which is saying something. Shorter sounds great, but Tyner runs rings around him. If anyone can recommend a solo Tyner disc, I’d be much obliged.
Nothing ever goes smoothly, does it? As Science Girl was getting ready for her follow-up appointment with the surgeon today… well, let’s just say that her incision suddenly drained. Rather a lot. After much freaking out on our part (and a fair amount of pain on SG’s), it was determined that it was mostly the result of bruising due to surgery, and also a small amount of infection. Better that ratio than the other way ‘round, eh? The upshot of all this is that the bottom, oh, 2 – 3 inches of her incision are now open and packed with gauze. The wound treatment center will be changing the dressing daily come Monday, but for the weekend it’ll be SG and Yours Truly.
This is suboptimal.
Let me now confess that I am a wuss with regard to wounds, blood, and most other non-sexually-related bodily fluids, for it is the truth. I can cope in first-aid situations, because it’s all action and not much time to think about it. This, however, is looming over the next two mornings. Plus, the subject is not some stranger, or even an acquaintance – it’s the love of my life. Not an easy thing, to push gauze into the gaping maw of my lover’s lower abdomen, y’know what I mean?
Which is not to say that it’s gonna be easy on SG, either. As weird as it is for me, imagine having to walk around with a large open wound, or to have to pull a couple of feet of bloody gauze out of it every morning? I’m getting woozy just typing it.
Still, this is what we’ll be doing the next couple of mornings. And kudos to SG’s surgeon and her chief nurse for talking us through the procedure and doing their very best to keep us calm and un-passed-out.
Before I get started here, I'd just like to say thank you to everybody who wished Science Girl well last week. You imaginary internerd friends are the best.
As it turns out, Science Girl wasn’t actually released until Sunday. She’s still not quite 100% - she’s not moving quite so swiftly right now, and has a bit of a post-op fever going on – but all things considered, she’s doing fine.
And me? Well, aside from bonking my head soundly on the corner of one of the kitchen cabinets Monday night (it’s still a little tender to the touch) and being back at work after about a week and a half off, I’m doing OK as well. I’ve got a big stack of stuff in my inbox waiting to be reviewed, so look for that in the (relatively) near future.
Oh, also? Aside from the Venture Brothers, TV pretty much sucks dead donkey ass.
Science Girl is resting after her surgery today. It went amazingly well; once they were inside, they saw that the mass was not connected to anything, and that it looked non-cancerous. Things went so well that they decided to throw in an appendectomy for no charge. (Well, we really hope it was a two-fer. I guess we won’t know for sure until the insurance statement comes.) She’ll be staying at Swedish tonight and possibly tomorrow night, but should be home by Saturday. Yay! I’ve been bedside all day, watching her converse normally (if somewhat quietly) and then nod off for fifteen – twenty minutes. Let’s hear it for morphine.
For the past… gosh, I guess about six months or so, Science Girl has been experiencing seemingly random chest and/or stomach pains. Fairly intense ones at that. Her doctors had been at a loss as to what the cause might be, until they finally ordered a CT scan in late June. As it turns out, there is a small benign growth near her small intestine. It’s not 100% sure that that’s the cause of the pains, but it’s coming out tomorrow morning, at any rate. If all goes as planned, it’ll be a two-hour operation, a couple of days at the hospital and a couple more recuperating at home. After that, she should be back to normal.
There is, however, the possibility that the growth has attached itself to the intestine, in which case they’ll have to resect part of the bowel. This would mean a longer surgery and longer recuperation time – 5 to 7 days in hospital, and possibly as many at home. We are hoping that this is not the case, of course, but we have to be prepared for any eventuality.
Check-in tomorrow is at 6:30 AM; surgery is scheduled for 8:30. In preparation, they’ve got SG… ah, cleaning house today. She’s fasting (well, unless you call lemon Jello and low-sodium chicken broth eating – I sure as hell don’t and, more to the point, neither does she) and taking various meds to sort of expedite things on their way. I wish I could do something to make it easier for her, but there’s not much at the moment.
So. I’m going to be a little busy for awhile. I’ll post as I can, but I don’t know when or how often that will be.
As it turns out, where we stayed wasn’t precisely in Lilliwaup; we were much closer to Eldon, actually, but the post office is in Lilliwaup so that’s the address for the place. Besides, Lilliwaup is much more fun to say, don’t you think? LILLIWAUP!
Right. OK. The trip over was pretty simple, although once again I was working on not much sleep. I was pretty wiped out by the time we got there, but really I think we spent maybe two hours on the road, which includes waiting at theEdmonds ferry dock and the incredibly quick ferry ride to Kingston. We barely had time to finish our lunch and get back down to the car before we docked.
Have I mentioned how much I hate this time of year? Because, really, it just sucks porcupine dick in hell. I’m in this perpetually cycle of sleep deprivation – in order to stay awake at work, I’m having to have too much caffeine, which in turn keeps me up until 3 or, as was the case last night, 4 AM. Various construction noises in the neighborhood begin around 8.
And, of course, today we get the extra added bonus of the Blue Angels (warning: embedded bad music) buzzing the house. Yes, it’s that special time of year again, Seafair. Rest assurred that your tax dollars are hard at work giving each and every mouthbreathing window-licker in Puget Sound the opportunity to collectively stroke their tiny hard-ons over the sight of warplanes running law-abiding citizens (like us) out of their homes. Is it too much to ask that all the pilots get a three-day case of food poisoning? I don’t (much) want them to die; I just want them debilitated for the entire weekend.
Given the admitted unlikelihood of my prayers being answered, we’re getting out of town tomorrow morning and going to scenic Lilliwaup, on Hood Canal. While it’s true that there’s not really much there, it remains blissfully free of military aircraft.
If you're stuck in town, head on over to The Funhouse tonight and check out All Time High. Buy steb a beer while you're at it.
As some of you have already found out for yourselves, Number One Hit Song is no more. Dana says it wasn’t really much fun for her anymore. While I’m disappointed, I can definitely relate. When something that was originally enjoyable becomes a chore, it’s time to walk away. As much as I would have liked to continue, I think she made the right call.
I’ve gone back and forth on the same idea here. That’s one of the reasons why I’ve scaled back from posting daily. It does become a grind, eventually. You end up scrambling for something, anything to write about, and while that dread of silence can inspire greatness from time to time, in my case more often than not it’s just stupid. Frankly, there’s already more than enough stupid in the world. No sense adding to it.
I’ll be continuing on here, at least for the time being. I have a couple of ideas for projects, some of which might go here, some of which might lead me elsewhere. In the meantime, TBGH will be my primary outlet for… uh, whatever it is I do.