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LouDog
2002-09-10 19:18:06 (UTC)

On the rebound...

Well, I couldn't tell you what day or even what month it
was if the TV hadn't been screaming out from the rooftops
that tomorrow is September 11th, so today is the tenth. I
got my gallbladder last Tuesday and here I am back at work
a week later-isn't that amazing? I thought so! Christ,
back in the day it was like you'd be in the hospital for a
week and then out of work for like, a month!! Now, they
just suck the damn thing out through a tiny hole in your
bellybutton, and send you sailing homeward. I'm glad
though-one taste of the frigging hospital for a day was
good enough for me. Welll, that's part of my absence from
this place-the other just is related to having a really
busy social life. Christ I had people at the house up
until the morning Jeff and I went to the hospital. It's
just been that kind of summer. I'm not complaining though-
it's been wonderful, it really has.

Well, Jeff and I are playing on some moving options we
THINK. We were thinking RI. RI is really cheap and I'm
really starting to like it. I know we just moved but we're
still not happy. I dunno...I'm just starting to feel like
it's time for change. I need it. I need a permanent
change. And besides, Providence has a little Italy!! What
else does one need anyway?

So, the surgery went well. Hopefully I'll gain a little
weight now-I just got so skinny having this thing all
messed up in me. They said the little fucker was all
twisted up like a pretzel-no wonder I couldn't eat anything
other than lettuce leaves. Jesus Christ, and they said it
was all in my head. Some doctors are great, and most of
them try to be great if they can, but I'm telling you man,
stear clear of where I went-you're bound to be tortured if
it doesn't kill you first. Funny, I'm a pretty vindictive
person and I still haven't come up with anything I would do
for revenge on any one of those hacks that told me I was
crazy. I think I'm still afraid by the fact that they
almost killed me. I love how having a PHd also minors you
as being God. It must be fun to starve innocent people to
death and then inform them their pain is nothing short of
some raunchy fantasy to be catered to bu calloused doctors
and eat lettuce leaves for 18 months. The nerve of those
self-righteous fucks.

But, now, things are good-I'm minus a gallbladder and plus
a nice yummy menu. I'll go easy though-don't wanna scare
my body. I must have record low cholesterol. It was my
first day driving today too, which was great...I got in my
car, and by the way I felt so beautiful today-I
dunno...everything just looked so right- and I put on some
good ol' LB and man I was cruising. I mean, I really was
cruising on a cloud somewhere for sure. It felt wonderful
to just be free behind the wheel, the scorching heat of
this Indian summer wrapped around me, reggae fucking
BLASTING out the windows. Man, I tell you-one week of a
dark room, sore upper body and heavy doses of narcotics
will make the commute to work feel like a vacation. I'm
happy as hell, but the work excitement is sure to wear off.

Well, over and out for me. I haven't given up on this
thing yet and funny, I don't think I will...I've been
writing rather steadily for some time now, so I'm almost
treating it as a commitment. I'll be back.




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