Saturday, December 13, 2008

candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker (to ignite)

I broke my core. I was trying to strengthen it, but I accidentally broke it. I thought I was operating once again with a reasonably aligned pelvis, but it turns out I was wrong, wrong, wrong. I went to the doctor yesterday and got shot after shot of lidocaine, and am now taking prednisone and percocet. I can’t really move. I have crutches. Crutches that smell weird. Bad weird, not good weird like patchouli or glue. I’m stuck on the couch. I’m being cared for by a Brain Scientist. It turns out that he was not meant to be a nurse. If you know Dr. BS you will nod knowingly at this point. I’m trapped. I never saw that movie Castaway but I know Tom Hanks talked to a beach ball or whatever and I am like that now but with no balls. All I have is this computer.

I am glum because I can’t bake cookies. Or decorate anything. Or take BS, Jr. shopping. Or make anything. Or pick up my children. The brain scientist is doing these things, though. He was making candy. But then he went outside and was gone, leaving me in one room and a cauldron of candy in the other. When the smoke alarm went off in the kitchen it seemed plausible that stuff had ignited, so I called feebly to Dr. BS and hobbled off to accidentally catch my pajamas on fire. Fortunately it was all smoke and no fire, but by the time I figured that out Dr. BS was in the kitchen giving me a scoldly voiced WHAT ARE YOU DOING OFF THE COUCH YOU WILL NEVER GET BETTER IF YOU… while the smoke detector BEEEEEEP-BEEEEEEP-BEEEEEEP-BEEEEEEP-BEEEEEEPED. Are you serious? What am I doing off the couch? Goddamn it, Willy Wonka, I am saving lives. Don’t leave your fucking candy unattended, you everlasting gobstopper.

3 comments:

cognosco said...

Nod knowingly, I did.

I just sent you an email. Call me if you need company, a mediator, a decent nurse, someone to placate the chillins, whatever. I'm right down the street, you know. And I will bring cookies, because I went to a cookie party and now have far more cookies than I should be trusted with in my pre-diabetic god help me if I don't lose weight state of being.

Eva said...

Oh crap. You sure know how to celebrate the holidays!

annenahm said...

Ok, you are kind of awesome. Even more than your panty folding comment indicated. I have to blogline you now, but damn, it it takes you another half month to post, I'm going to be pissed. Broken core not withstanding.

Hope you feel better soon.