Just for fun, I begin with today's Rumination:
"Ever notice that "Martial Arts" and "Marital Aids" are right next to each other in the phone book? Boy, next time I'll have to dial more carefully."
It's been a very bad week for NYC. The trans-fat ban went through. I never wanted to eat a donut so badly in my life--and I've stopped because I get sick eating them and I'm watching my cholesterol! You see, I don't *need* NYC to make that choice for me! It really pisses me off. Also, NYC won't be letting transpeople change the name on their birth certificate without surgery. That affects me even less than the transfat ban, but unlike Health Commissioner Thomas Frieden and the Centers for Science in the Public Interest, I believe everyone's right to use and abuse their bodies as they see fit should be protected, and don't think it's my job to make decisions for others.
Now, I need to explain why I haven't been on Blogspot, MySpace, or Yahoo! Answers. It involves surfing. I went on Sunday with L'Ailee, my two good friends Yemaya and Mona, and their partners. Again. I've said before, I like winter weather stirring the waves up. Well, a sailboat owner felt the same way. Only he got distracted, and I'm nearsighted (and no glasses or contacts in the water), and I chose the wrong wave. So I smacked right into the boat! I held up my surfboard on instinct. It broke in three pieces. Damn thing cost me $300, too. But the ER doctor said it was that or my bones, so I think I made the right choice.
L'Ailee and my two best friends paid me absolutely no attention at all when I said I was fine and hustled me to the ER in the van we rented. The weekend sailor and his friends followed. I have good insurance, for which I am VERY thankful, but he paid my co-pay and for my Vicodin. They offered to pay for my new board, too, if I sent the receipt. L'Ailee insisted I get something good for pain. I had a concussion, and my left side is *all* bruised up.
I don't know how they missed me. I was in a turquoise wetsuit, had a hot pink scarf around my head (because I put on color-protecting conditioner under it) and lime green neoprene gloves and aqua shoes. Oh, everyone in the hospital thought I was a wonderment, let me tell you. And doctors *never* understand about trying to get really good waves!
I've been working through it, since I have a desk job and few personal days to spare and we've got lots of end-of-year stuff to do. I have to take Advil, not Vicodin. Advil's woefully inadequate. I've been taking my Vicodin at home (three out of fourteen taken so far), and not doing very much. L'Ailee's been eating nothing but powerbars and Asian takeout, poor babycita. I'll make her something good on Friday. I'm feeling better every day, but unfortunately, I started from lousy.
So I'll be buying a new surfboard in Florida (even though right now, L'Ailee doesn't want to hear of me in any body of water besides a bathtub.) I have to. It's the only reason I want to go to Florida. I 've already seen my mom and my brother recently; I'm really not interested in seeing any of my other relatives. I think I'll let the sailor pay for it, too. I really do hurt, and I really do need a new board, and he really wasn't out far enough.
You know what's amazing? Some of y'all may remember how this time last year, L'Ailee got kicked in the head by a student. That's how we found out her hair was coming in curly, since she couldn't shave it off for a few weeks. I just thought of that today. Then again, I'm always looking for a pattern.
One thing I know for certain is that the next person who says L'Ailee doesn't have the right to make medical decisions for me will not enjoy my response. She's proven once again that she looks out for me and has my best interest at heart. I like to keep score, even though I'm told over and over that I shouldn't have to, and I like to pay her back. However, I would be very happy to have the opportunity to pay this back delayed for a very, very, very long time.
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