Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Arrival time: 11:59
Position in the queue: 1 (Got there as they unlocked the doors.)
Soundtrack: Bob Marley and the Wailers, incl. "Lively Up Yourself"
# of mutton chops in attendance: 4!
Last movie I watched: The Science of Sleep
Last movie the be-chopped nurse watched: Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iwo Jima double feature.
BP: 130/90 (Too much peanut butter pie and scotch and not enough water last night.)
# sphygmomanometers used: 2 (3 including the one that failed)
Amount of blood drawn: 1 pint
# Hit Points lost: 2 (though I think I'm more fey now)
# of sticks: 2 (one in the finger; one in the arm)
# times needle had to be repositioned: 2 (ugh!)
In-flight movie: End of Shrek 2; beginning of The Dark Crystal
# times this particular phlebotomist at this particular RC has told me how to squeeze the ball: about 4
Snacks consumed: 8 oz. OJ; 2 Li'l Debbie Nutty Bars; 8 peanut butter crackers
Time at which I can remove the band-aid: after 5p
Bruising: So far, none.
Departure time: 12:55
Post-donation lunch: Bloomingon Sandwich Co.; half BSC sub (good; huge!); cup of vegetarian chili (eh); 0.087 oz. potato salad; pickle spear!; bunch of water
Saturday, January 06, 2007
I got sick right before X-mas. Way sick. I haven’t been that ill since I was very young. The amount of material that came out of me was legendary, lemme tell ya. I went to a solstice party and the host had contracted what he thought was food poisoning a couple of days before. Not so! It was the norovirus, we believe, as about 20% or so of the attendees came down with identical symptoms within 24 hours of the party. What symptoms, you ask? Why, 12 hours of extreme gastrointestinal distress followed by 12 hours of extreme exhaustion and dehydration. And buboes. (Okay, I’m kidding about the buboes but it would not have surprised me.) I contracted this bit of nastiness from my lady violinist friend, who contracted it directly from the soiree and whom I had to take to the ER early in the morning a couple of days post-party. She was dry as a corn husk! And that’s pretty dry!
Anyway, I managed to heal enough to get on a plane around noon the day after I was felled. I spent the week of X-mas with my lady violinist friend and her family and college friends in
It was a good week, though. Her crazy Jewish mother and unwaveringly patient mad scientist father, as well as her long-suffering teenage klutz of a brother, all were very gracious and kind and genuine.
Philly was nice but we weren’t there long enough to soak up much of it. The art museum ruled, the
Philly Museum of Art. Moose not to scale.
Mars in the morning: blurry.
This was a different kind of trip than the one to
Back in the great underwhelming
But I did want to see everyone, even the new husband and baby, and Mari, Allah bless her, actually likes members of my family, so it was all good. We even made rosettes, which we did every X-mas when I was a kid. I also realized I get to be avuncluar now, and I intend to be the uncle who teaches Liz how to spit, swear, back sass, and in general mock her strict upbringing. I also shall be the only family member who calls her Liz. Everyone else has been told "it's Elizabeth." Oh, the days are just packed!
Grandpa with grandkid.
New Years was a blast, as one might expect: dinner party at my place, party around the corner with old friends, then we ended up across town at a mini-rave dance party New Years thingie. This was a great way to ring in the year, although I’m still pondering the decision of the last song before midnight. Seems the DJ had 6 hours of tunes programmed, and many of the songs were themed, starting with songs about “10” all the way to songs dealing with “1”: a countdown of sorts. The number one song? “One Week” by Bare Naked Ladies. I dunno, it just seemed a little anticlimactic to me. But the rest of the night was most excellent and I was thrilled to pieces to have my lady violinist friend, who looked absolutely OMG HAWT, on my arm and elsewhere all night.
So yeah, life is good, and 2006 wasn’t so bad, for me anyway. In many ways it was quite grand. It was a Year of Change and I rolled with it well enough. Heavy thoughts have been plaguing me early in the New Year, though, and I’m sure they will for some time. I’m in a “serious relationship” now, gentle readers, and that makes me very happy. Actually I think I’ve been in one for a little while now, but only recently realized that the tickling at my feet isn’t just a neat sensation. It means something’s growing, and I’ve not felt this way in a good long while. I’m floored most of the time. Mari is great and what we share is a beautiful thing to focus on, a sure sign that I’m “over” a good bit of my bellyful of bitterness. It’s a little scary, though. Terrifying, honestly, in that rollercoaster way of important things about which you’re simultaneously excited and trepidatious. But I’m looking forward to a great year and all it holds.