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Loving the chorus of this song.

6.29.2010



(0:58). And Sonya needs to choreograph to it on SYTYCD, stat.

Oz has been enjoying cable.

6.28.2010

Can you tell?

High school realization.

6.27.2010

It finally dawned on me. The reason I feel weird wearing any of my North Face fleeces--at least the Denali ones--is that they're like a high school letterman jacket. So cool and hip in high school, but strangely too nostalgic and adolescent-feeling now. I don't want to get rid of them, but I also don't want to really be seen in them.

yes, I will hold you

6.17.2010

When I was taken to my ER room Thursday evening, blood was drawn and IVs were inserted. Changed out of clothes and into a gown, I lay on my side, my eyes covered from the bright lights. The on-call neurosurgeon arrived, and while he talked to me he put one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder. I didn't look at him. He told me he needed to do a spinal tap. I would need to lie very still and not move at all while he inserted the needle and withdrew the fluid.

In shock that I was back in a hospital so soon after my surgery, I mumbled one-word answers. The surgeon prepared my back as my breathing increased in anticipation. Assisting the surgeon was a tech nurse named Mary, who had a deep, soft voice and was very calming. She came and sat on the side of my bed I was facing, and quietly explained to me that she would help hold me during the procedure.

"Hold me?" I asked.
"Yes, I will hold you so you can stay still."

I tucked my chin into my chest, and Mary reached her right arm through both my legs and pulled them up to my stomach, keeping them there in her grasp. Then she draped her left around my head and shoulders, so my face was cradled in her neck, her mouth by my ear. With my left hand I gripped hers on my legs, and with my right I clamped my fingers like talons on her left tricep.

In this most tender and intimate of positions, Mary talked me through the tap as my tears flooded her chest. "You didn't move a hair," the surgeon said when he was through. I thanked Mary profusely, and asked her if I'd hurt her, and she said I hadn't. I realize it was just a simple needle in my back, but I felt like she'd just held me through a storm, and I had no fear she wouldn't be able to keep me still.

"Look at these people, these human beings, consider their potential. From the day they arrive on this planet and blinking, step into the sun..."

6.06.2010

"There is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do...no, hold on. Sorry, that's The Lion King. But the point still stands! Leave them alone!"

There was a time when Doctor Who looked ridiculous and low budget and not worth watching. And now, (big suprise) I'm obsessed with it. Next thing you know I'll be building my own Tardis.