Cream of Blank Soup
2003-07-28
12:44 p.m.

Well, I said goddamn.

I have been incapable of writing entries lately. I have been so freaking busy with a touch of lame.

My husband had his surgery on Thursday. That sort of sucked. I was fine for the first two and a half hours of the surgery, because that's how long they said it would take. Then, for the hour after that, I went from zen to freaked in about 60 seconds and then stayed like that until I got an update. Even the update freaked me out. At that point, I was the only person from my wave of family members in the surgery waiting room who hadn't been visited by the surgeon and escorted to the recovery room. Finally, the nurse in change called out my name (well, my fake married name) and told me the doctor would be in to see me soon. I swear to god, she told everyone else that the doctor called, everything was going fine, smile smile comfort. I got a very grim look and statement. Since I'd spent the last half hour trying to picture exactly how they would break it to me if something had gone wrong and this fit perfectly, I silently freaked out. Yay! I am good at that. I should list it on "Skills" on my resume. I RULE AT OVERREACTING. WHEN YOU DO NOT CALL, I ASSUME THAT YOU ARE DEAD.

Anyway.

So he was fine. He spent the night in the hospital and then came home. He can only have liquids for a week, then pureed food for a week, and then soft food. This makes him hungry and over-proteined, in an unintentional Atkins way. Does Atkins make for stinky farts? Because this does. He's drinking Boost (I had no idea this stuff was so expensive), milkshakes broth, and strained Cream of Blank soup. He's also eating yogurt, pudding, ice cream, and cream of wheat. So he's basically in hell.

Anyway. He's fine. Yay! He's back at work today. He has a work ethic that I do not. I was sure that he would need me to stay home and take care of him today. Ha.

26 on the 26th

I turned 26 on Saturday. This was exciting, since I can finally buy porn. What? But seriously, could birthdays be less interesting? My dad sent me 50 bucks, though, which was pretty sweet. I have been informed that I am not allowed to spend it on the house. So I'm going to buy the expensive eye cream that I've been stalking, since I'm getting old and all. I squint a lot.

I have not matured at all. For example, my credit card is due today (I think), and I haven't paid it yet. Take that, Bank of America! When I pay you this month I'm going to cancel your sorry ass! Mama has a Subaru card now! The more I spend, the closer I am to my Forrester, so you can shove your 23.99% APR up your gold ass.

Okay then. There was some rage I wasn't aware of. I mean, there was some rage of which I was unaware.

Er, so, my birthday. My husband got up and got me a birthday cake, despite the fact that he'd just had surgery the day before. He went and got me scones and a birthday cake, neither of which he could eat. He rules. Then he put my present in his lunch bag as wrapping paper (ha ha) and took me to get sushi and beer, none of which he could have, either. As previously mentioned, he rules. Then we watched the latest Bond movie (which did not rule) and went to sleep.

New Catz

I have two new cats. They are freaking awesome. Seriously, they are the two most loving, hedonistic cats I have ever met. They nearly rival Moo in their quest for petting and love. There is nothing like waking up surrounded by kitties who love you. We've had them since Wednesday night, and they haven't been officially introduced to our two resident cats, but they will soon. So far they've been sniffing each other through the door, which is going pretty well, or as well as through the door sniffing can go.

Okay. I'm all set for now. More later.