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The lightning does it for our hearts
This morning: I went for a medical procedure I had been putting off for something like three years. It was not a lot of fun, but it did not land me in the hospital like last time, and the results were neutral to reassuring, which is a range I am totally fine with. Last night was the worst, especially around four in the morning when ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel rolled over and held me and sang "You Are My Sunshine" because I was shivering so hard. We brought Doppel-Abbie with us to the doctor's office. Nobody seemed to care.
Afternoon: I thought I was going to come home and fall over, because I slept about three hours last night and not even all at once, but instead I have just finished eating my first solid food in over twenty-four hours, a small bowl of very tender beef. Abbie pawed importunately at my knee, but I explained firmly it was Not for Cats. He never believes me when I say this. I tell him Doppel-Abbie knows the difference, but I don't think he believes that, either.
Evening: I am going to the opening night of the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Spring Sci-Fi Spectacular II. Double feature ofaudioboy and beowabbit's Them! and Rob's Red Shift: Interplanetary Do-Gooder—Crisis of the Cuddlykins. I don't know if I should plunge straight back into all the weird candy vanguardcdk will be selling, but it will be tempting.
Roger Ebert is gone. I wanted to write something for him yesterday, but I was in no shape to do it. Matt Cheney has a very fine remembrance of him. I don't know what to say now, except what everyone else has already been saying: he was the last of a generation and more than just the symbol of it. I read all his reviews, even when I had no interest in the movies. I do not know who else will ever be like that for so many people I've known as well as so many I'll never meet.
And the rest of this week has been stressful in ways I'm still parsing, but right now I'm breathing and beginning to hurt less, and it is not even cold outside.
derspatchel rolled over and held me and sang "You Are My Sunshine" because I was shivering so hard. We brought Doppel-Abbie with us to the doctor's office. Nobody seemed to care.Afternoon: I thought I was going to come home and fall over, because I slept about three hours last night and not even all at once, but instead I have just finished eating my first solid food in over twenty-four hours, a small bowl of very tender beef. Abbie pawed importunately at my knee, but I explained firmly it was Not for Cats. He never believes me when I say this. I tell him Doppel-Abbie knows the difference, but I don't think he believes that, either.
Evening: I am going to the opening night of the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Spring Sci-Fi Spectacular II. Double feature of
audioboy and beowabbit's Them! and Rob's Red Shift: Interplanetary Do-Gooder—Crisis of the Cuddlykins. I don't know if I should plunge straight back into all the weird candy vanguardcdk will be selling, but it will be tempting.Roger Ebert is gone. I wanted to write something for him yesterday, but I was in no shape to do it. Matt Cheney has a very fine remembrance of him. I don't know what to say now, except what everyone else has already been saying: he was the last of a generation and more than just the symbol of it. I read all his reviews, even when I had no interest in the movies. I do not know who else will ever be like that for so many people I've known as well as so many I'll never meet.
And the rest of this week has been stressful in ways I'm still parsing, but right now I'm breathing and beginning to hurt less, and it is not even cold outside.
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Thank you. So am I!
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Perhaps Doppel-Abbie needs a blog. Take care.
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So far, so good!
Thank you.
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Enjoy the sunshine.
Nine
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Who is Doppel-Abbie? Presumably a fuzzy that looks like Abbie? Anyway, I hope Doppel-Abbie was a comfort!
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I'm really enjoying so far! Congratulations again on Them!
Anyway, I hope Doppel-Abbie was a comfort!
Doppel-Abbie is a remarkably comforting creature. He only came into my life again last month, but I think he's becoming a permanent fixture.
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I hope you have a wonderful time this evening.
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I am too.
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It's sad about Roger Ebert. He was great.
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Well, it wasn't nerves, it was an actual, physical response to the preparation for the procedure (I am trying to avoid medical TMI unless directly requested, in which case it's not TM), but it was incredibly comforting no matter what.
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Thank you! Landing in the hospital in 2007 was one of the reasons I had been ducking this next procedure, and I am very glad to have had reinforcement that I really didn't need to.
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Yes.
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I truly do not know who else there is like that in the world now. Anthony Lane of The New Yorker is not quite the same.
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Thank you! I am!
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Thank you. I am still glad of all these things.
*hugs*
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Also, it's always good when you have complex procedures and manage not to shoot the week to utter shit, I find.
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Oh, God, I'm trying!