Friday

[nightdog_barks]

Sunny and warm, should get up to 101 today (38.3 degrees Celsius) although we are supposed to have a BIG break in the weather by Sunday. I cannot begin to say how welcome this will be.



Got one of these put in yesterday, except mine looks like this. Now I am one with the Borg. Except that, y'know, a Borg probably wouldn't feel like it had been kicked in the shoulder by a mule. Lucky for me I have the Good Drugs.

I have to say, though, that this was a much more positive experience than my lumpectomy (this was the second procedure under general anesthesia). It was in a different environment (a hospital instead of a day surgery center), and the nurses and doctors were way more congenial and less rushed. Also, the anesthesiologist must have done something differently, because waking up was more like ... well, waking up. From a natural sleep. It was all very interesting, and I sincerely hope none of you ever have to experience it. ♥



Still reading Jamrach's Menagerie, and it's very good. Also, I know I owe some of you comments and emails, and I'm so sorry I haven't gotten to that. Things have been kind of discombobulated lately. :-)

And now for something completely different: the legal tussle over who will own a Gypsy fortune-telling machine from 1906.

Comments

[blackmare]

DUDE YOU ARE TITANIUM.

And I am running late and therefore GONE. <3 ya.

[nightdog_barks]

WHY, YES. YES I AM.

*beams*

[perspi]

Eh, the Borg probably repurpose pain receptors anyway (like, keeping the function but cutting out the sensation), so you wouldn't feel anything. So really, feeling like you've been kicked is a sign that you're still FREEEEE. Right?

RIGHT?

[nightdog_barks]

... oh, right! Yeah, that's it! You're RIGHT.


*side-eyes you so HARD*

[perspi]

AHAHAHAHAHA

I AM NOT LAUGHING AT YOUR PAIN, BB.

*hiccups*

(Seriously, though: *HUGS*)

[nightdog_barks]

:-D

♥ ♥ ♥

[taiga13]

Nice port! TaigaSis opted not to get one and deeply regretted the decision. You're Bionic Woman (I'm juuust old enough to remember that.)
Today my uncle is having the tip of his toe amputated, and the doctor said he's not going to "close" it. I cannot imagine how that works and have decided to stop trying, it was making me queasy.
It's relatively cool here - the high on Wednesday was 9'C - but is supposed to be hot next week.

[silverjackal]

Did you get a choice of colour? (I think that would be nice. It's wretched that people have to go through this sort of thing, at least if there are different colours they can have some sort of choice, yes?) It's also good that you had a more positive experience with the insertion. I understand the things are often busy and very routine for medical personnel, but the people they are treating are people, and suffering, and deserve to be treated just as well as possible (or else why did they go into one of the "caring" professions, yes?).

I've actually passed Virginia City, but didn't stop to visit it. Hopefully the machine ends up where the public can enjoy it, and not stashed away in some private horde.

[nightdog_barks]

Every post I've read by folks who had the choice are SO GLAD they got one. I was not happy with the idea (more people sticking their hands inside my body) but came around to it after I did that reading. I'm trying to look at it as one more step in helping to get this over with. *g*

[nightdog_barks]

I didn't even think about a color choice! A missed opportunity. I suppose they simply grabbed the first one off the shelf of the kitchen cupboard, as it were. :-)

[silverjackal]

Heh. Well, there might not have been a choice. Or perhaps people would be disturbed by being offered one? But if you have to wear the bloody thing, then, for example, it would be nice to have a colour that you like. (It's the only way -- aside from doing a good job of inserting and removing it -- that I can think of making the experience a little less impersonal for the patient. It could also classify as "an unnecessary waste of funds".)

[blackmare]

That fortune-telling machine is utterly creeptastic!

[blackmare]

I looked at where they place that thing and all I can think is, "My bra strap would hit that! OWWWW!"

[nightdog_barks]

Heh, that has been a MAJOR POINT OF DISCUSSION on the boards at breastcancer.org, which is where I've been hanging out on occasion. Some women said they took a Sharpie and drew their bra strap on their body so the surgeon wouldn't hit it.

:-D

[nightdog_barks]

It is, isn't it? Way more creepy than the fortune-telling machine in the movie Big.

[blackmare]

"House! You can't touch that. It's a museum piece!"

"Then the museum needs better volunteers. That guy won't be back for an hour."

"House --"

What, are you afraid I'm gonna make a wish and suddenly be all grown up? Little late for that." The nickel plinked its way into the machine's works, in a rolling series of hollow notes.

House pulled the handle, something chinked and gnashed within the machine, and then came a sound like ... like listening to a windstorm on a fading radio station. The hair stood up on Wilson's arms.

And the Human Voice spoke.

[nightdog_barks]

Nothing happened.

"Crap," House muttered after a moment.

Wilson felt oddly relieved. "Come on," he said. "What did you expect to happen?" House didn't answer. "Come on," Wilson said again. "We'll go to Rosie's, I'll buy you a beer."

The two men walked away. Behind them, the gypsy was silent. A full minute passed before the creak and rattle of old gears sounded in the empty room. The gypsy moved, unoiled wooden joints squeaking. Her jaw moved up and down in a simulacrum of speech.

"Your wish is granted," she said.

[blackmare]

OH! We were writing at the same time, and you know, I think we should replace my last line with your first line, and it'll be awesome.

Wanna copy-paste this into a draft post?

I have a feeling it's pretty short. Whatever the hell it is.

[perspi]

THAT IS REALLY VERY CREEPY

[nightdog_barks]

Sure. Hold on just a sec ...

[nightdog_barks]

Shit, will have to wait till after dinner.

Back in a bit.