:: anne in the attic ::

::::: ANNE IN THE ATTIC :::::

:: anne in the attic :: bloghome :: my music site :: view profile | contact ::

[::..recommended..::]
:: Tape Op [>]
:: deviantART [>]
:: Pandora Radio [>]
:: Sub Pop Records [>]
:: KCRW [>]
:: Air America Radio [>]
:: BOAR.COM [>]
:: Basic Rights Oregon [>]
[::..my blog archives..::]
February 2003 March 2003 April 2003 May 2003 June 2003 July 2003 August 2003 September 2003 October 2003 November 2003 December 2003 January 2004 February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 July 2008 January 2009

:: Wednesday, April 25, 2007 ::

Had a bit of foot surgery yesterday, so I'm home today, off my feet for a couple of days. Everything is going to be fine and I'll be back to work on Friday, no problem. The thing that worries me just a little, though, is that there is also a patch the doc wants to biopsy. I suppose I'll let him, just to be sure. I just don't like anything invasive to my body. I'm over 40 and the only kind of surgery I'd ever had was dental-- a root canal or a filling. I've been lucky all of my life. I've been healthy, haven't broken any bones, and the most I ever did was pull a ligament or a tendon playing sports. Sprains are par for the course though, so I don't really count them.

Two summers ago I had stitches for the first time, when I tripped and landed my wrist and arm on some broken glass and had to be sewn up. I swear, the shots they give you before they stitch you are worse than the stitches themselves. In fact, on the second round, I told the doc to "just stitch me-- fuck the shots" and it was actually better that way. When you're in shock anyway, your brain is already screening out nominal pain.

Anyway, so I'm sitting around (that's the hell of it) with my foot sticking up. I've slept in (until 8-- whoa!), played a bit of guitar, made some calls, paid the bills & balanced the checkbook, done some stretching, answered some correspondence, had some delicious coffee, and have begun watching a film called "The Prestige." I am a Christian Bale fan, since "Empire of the Sun." I liked him best in "Laurel Canyon," but he was good in "Batman Begins" and "The Machinist." It's a fairly perfect day outside, wish I could take advantage of it, but I can't even change the dressing on the foot for 48 hours (= tomorrow around noon). Not very focussed today, but I suppose that's all right for now. A light day is necessary sometimes.

Also, I'm posting this video still here so I can link to it for a profile pic. For some-odd reason, Blogger does not allow direct profile photo uploads. Hm.

:: Anne 12:16 PM [smartass remarks] ::
...

Comments: Post a Comment