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24 August 2008 : A Short List
Reasons I have decided I was born 30 years too late:
1. A picture of a guy with a bandanna wrapped around his forehead Willie Nelson style, with a handlebar mustache and mirrored sunglasses - it made me a little warm. In my pants place.
2. I'd like to buy the world a Coke made with real sugar.
3. Housing costs near Columbia University 2008 vs 1978.
4. Relative danger of being raped and murdered while hitchhiking across the states, 2008 vs 1978.
5. Tragedy of missing out on the heyday of catchwords like "boss" and "rad."
6. Were I 55, this would not be so out of control:
Good Morning, Grammaw!
posted by lindsay at 15:24 :: 5 comments
22 August 2008 : at last.
Happy One Year Deep Vein Thrombosis Anniversary to ME!
In one hour and eight minutes, I will swallow my last ever dose of blood thinning rat poison.
And then I have to just switch to aspirin for the rest of my life, but HEY, you know how the alarm on my phone goes off at 9pm every single night, and every single night everyone gets annoyed and someone (usually me) says "Is it nine o'clock already? CRAZY!"
Well, that part's over.
I am in the middle of a precariously redesign, and have much to say, should I ever find the time to say it (which looks...vaguely likely).
I'm doing my best, but for right now let's all celebrate that I can ride on Fingers' motorbike without fearing for the brain hemorrhage I will have regardless of the awesomeness of his extra helmet. Just sayin'.
posted by lindsay at 19:47 :: 1 comments
17 July 2008 : Recent incidences of aging.
I know it's been brought to everyone's attention quite frequently in the past year or so that I am not so much in my twenties as in my geriatrics, so much so that during my brief sojourn in Lexington, KY, I received a loving thoughtful package in the mail from two (perilously close to former) friends, that contained a tube of Gold Bond medicated cream.
I am doing a lot of considering as the year anniversary of my ridiculously overwhelming life changing illness (which sometimes comes out far more dramatic than it really was, excepting the fact that I happened to have just embarked on pretty much the only career path that could be immediately put to death by my diagnosis) looms ever nearer. This anniversary means a lot of things, like I can get another tattoo and I can take the Med-Alert tag off my keychain (it's been lolling around in my purse so long at this point that the words have faded, and the permanent marker I inked over them has also faded, so should an emergency occur I hope there'll be someone in the know on hand to inform the paramedics what my now-generic keychain is supposed to be warning them about).
Those things in themselves indicate an increasing trend toward youthfulness. However, since the illness occurred last August I have worked a couple of different jobs, all of which required me to be on my feet and running around like crazy for eight hours a day. Good for circulation, good for the reduction of swelling. Now I'm working in a cubicle, the health benefits of being on my feet all day are no longer available. I have traded in my stinky, sweaty foodservice odor and tired aching feet for a swollen ankle, and the swollen ankle is the problem that could prove to be life threatening.
In the spirit of such, while at the pharmacy the other day picking up the scheduled refill on my anti-coagulants, I tossed a pair of compression hose into my basket.
Tomorrow I'm going to go to my doctor and beg to not have to wear them, though the last two days of sitting on my ass have yielded not so much as a bulge in my once-again svelte right ankle.
Combine that with the fact that the gentleman who promised to call tonight for dinner and various other activities around 8pm called at 11:30 to apologize and see if I was still up for other activities, and my response was "Sorry, bud, I'm going to bed," I'd say that my superficial signs of aging have officially turned inward.
Eight hours of sleep has officially trumped staying up late to make out.
Holy crap.
posted by lindsay at 23:35 :: 0 comments
02 December 2007 : dark ages
i am turning 25 in less than two hours. historically, i think this has been considered a great achievement.
at 25, i have dropped out of graduate school to serve overpriced coffee to morning commuters and fry various beer battered things for drunken football fans.
my life has taken a turn for the ancient. recently, i learned that i am expected to begin wearing compression hose should i desire to relieve the near constant pain in my formerly-clotted leg.
yesterday, while working a 15 hour day at various jobs, i managed to contract what appears to be carpal tunnel in one day.
i just wanted you to know those little factoids along with the following two:
my mother is graciously replacing the 13 inch television i've had for nine years as a christmas gift. today i told her in no uncertain terms not to buy me an hd capable television regardless of the 2009 switchover, as my dvd and cd habits in no way require such newfangled haberdashery (it's been a good three years since i've watched actual television in my own home, and even then only because i lived with luke and had free cable).
i have no internet access because my current financial situation has reduced me to waiting for there to be wireless access in my building (the deadline keeps getting pushed back).
diagnosis: i'm either 85, or i actually live in 1736. my (comforting) new doctor would likely agree.
posted by lindsay at 22:17 :: 1 comments
Reasons I have decided I was born 30 years too late:
1. A picture of a guy with a bandanna wrapped around his forehead Willie Nelson style, with a handlebar mustache and mirrored sunglasses - it made me a little warm. In my pants place.
2. I'd like to buy the world a Coke made with real sugar.
3. Housing costs near Columbia University 2008 vs 1978.
4. Relative danger of being raped and murdered while hitchhiking across the states, 2008 vs 1978.
5. Tragedy of missing out on the heyday of catchwords like "boss" and "rad."
6. Were I 55, this would not be so out of control:
Good Morning, Grammaw!
Labels: Old grandma
posted by lindsay at 15:24 :: 5 comments
22 August 2008 : at last.
Happy One Year Deep Vein Thrombosis Anniversary to ME!
In one hour and eight minutes, I will swallow my last ever dose of blood thinning rat poison.
And then I have to just switch to aspirin for the rest of my life, but HEY, you know how the alarm on my phone goes off at 9pm every single night, and every single night everyone gets annoyed and someone (usually me) says "Is it nine o'clock already? CRAZY!"
Well, that part's over.
I am in the middle of a precariously redesign, and have much to say, should I ever find the time to say it (which looks...vaguely likely).
I'm doing my best, but for right now let's all celebrate that I can ride on Fingers' motorbike without fearing for the brain hemorrhage I will have regardless of the awesomeness of his extra helmet. Just sayin'.
Labels: it's a sickness, Old grandma
posted by lindsay at 19:47 :: 1 comments
17 July 2008 : Recent incidences of aging.
I know it's been brought to everyone's attention quite frequently in the past year or so that I am not so much in my twenties as in my geriatrics, so much so that during my brief sojourn in Lexington, KY, I received a loving thoughtful package in the mail from two (perilously close to former) friends, that contained a tube of Gold Bond medicated cream.
I am doing a lot of considering as the year anniversary of my ridiculously overwhelming life changing illness (which sometimes comes out far more dramatic than it really was, excepting the fact that I happened to have just embarked on pretty much the only career path that could be immediately put to death by my diagnosis) looms ever nearer. This anniversary means a lot of things, like I can get another tattoo and I can take the Med-Alert tag off my keychain (it's been lolling around in my purse so long at this point that the words have faded, and the permanent marker I inked over them has also faded, so should an emergency occur I hope there'll be someone in the know on hand to inform the paramedics what my now-generic keychain is supposed to be warning them about).
Those things in themselves indicate an increasing trend toward youthfulness. However, since the illness occurred last August I have worked a couple of different jobs, all of which required me to be on my feet and running around like crazy for eight hours a day. Good for circulation, good for the reduction of swelling. Now I'm working in a cubicle, the health benefits of being on my feet all day are no longer available. I have traded in my stinky, sweaty foodservice odor and tired aching feet for a swollen ankle, and the swollen ankle is the problem that could prove to be life threatening.
In the spirit of such, while at the pharmacy the other day picking up the scheduled refill on my anti-coagulants, I tossed a pair of compression hose into my basket.
Tomorrow I'm going to go to my doctor and beg to not have to wear them, though the last two days of sitting on my ass have yielded not so much as a bulge in my once-again svelte right ankle.
Combine that with the fact that the gentleman who promised to call tonight for dinner and various other activities around 8pm called at 11:30 to apologize and see if I was still up for other activities, and my response was "Sorry, bud, I'm going to bed," I'd say that my superficial signs of aging have officially turned inward.
Eight hours of sleep has officially trumped staying up late to make out.
Holy crap.
Labels: it's a sickness, Old grandma
posted by lindsay at 23:35 :: 0 comments
02 December 2007 : dark ages
i am turning 25 in less than two hours. historically, i think this has been considered a great achievement.
at 25, i have dropped out of graduate school to serve overpriced coffee to morning commuters and fry various beer battered things for drunken football fans.
my life has taken a turn for the ancient. recently, i learned that i am expected to begin wearing compression hose should i desire to relieve the near constant pain in my formerly-clotted leg.
yesterday, while working a 15 hour day at various jobs, i managed to contract what appears to be carpal tunnel in one day.
i just wanted you to know those little factoids along with the following two:
my mother is graciously replacing the 13 inch television i've had for nine years as a christmas gift. today i told her in no uncertain terms not to buy me an hd capable television regardless of the 2009 switchover, as my dvd and cd habits in no way require such newfangled haberdashery (it's been a good three years since i've watched actual television in my own home, and even then only because i lived with luke and had free cable).
i have no internet access because my current financial situation has reduced me to waiting for there to be wireless access in my building (the deadline keeps getting pushed back).
diagnosis: i'm either 85, or i actually live in 1736. my (comforting) new doctor would likely agree.
Labels: Old grandma
posted by lindsay at 22:17 :: 1 comments