You know what’s fun? Eating peaches.
You know what else is fun? Bicycling.
You know what else is fun? Knitting.
You know what’s not fun? Having the numbing stuff wear off three $%^!%!@*@! times while the doctor and her scalpel divest you of various and sundry small parts of your skin. And having it wear off one more time for grins while she sews you back up with what I’m convinced was an extra-dull, extra-twisted Chibi. I couldn’t see the needle because all this activity was going on behind my back but still, a Chibi. Extra dull. Extra-twisted. I’m sure of it.
Ow.
Many years ago, before my beloved cat Courtenay died, we had to give him subcutaneous intravenous water twice a day for about a month. After about a week of this, we discovered that he was starting to leak. Literally. We’d add water under the skin of his right shoulder, and the water would leak out of yesterday’s hole in his left shoulder. Now that I have, at last count, 32 holes in me, TMK and I are now waiting curiously to see what happens the next time I drink a glass of water. We're thinking the result will be much like that episode of Will & Grace in which Grace wears fake boobies filled with water and one of the fake boobies springs a ferocious and far-reaching leak.
You know what else is not fun? Almost finishing, again, the first sleeve of the Jigsaw Puzzle Sweater and realizing the sleeve is just thatmuch too small around at the wrist. At the wrist. Way down there. At the beginning of the sleeve, give or take 2.5 inches of cuff. Into the frog pond it goes uh-gain. The good news is the pattern is looking really handsome and, in the long run, it will all be worth it. June? Andrea? Got time for some new calculations?
(P.S. Cuzzin Tom was granted his residency permit so he can stay in MongoLEEa for another year! Head on over to Danzan Ravjaa and give him a thumbs up!)
Ok, see, getting patches of skin gouged out and leaking kitties should not be funny. I should not be laughing. I am a bad, bad person. As soon as I quit giggling I am going to punish myself severely. Suh-Veer-Lee.
I hope you feel better, Blog Mistress. :)
Posted by: Stalker Angie on August 3, 2005 10:09 AMok. I need to know if this was a bicycle accident that caused your pain. I'm hoping not.
feel better.
Posted by: anj on August 3, 2005 10:28 AMNo, Anj--no bicycle accident, although I would HOPE that I could last more than three miles on a bike before taking my first header. :-) Besides, according to your blog, YOU'RE the queen of bicycle mishaps!
The slicing and dicing was just for some undesirables on my skin which needed some deep and wide incising. I am absolutely going to feel better, no question (in fact, I headed right off to a full day of work after my encounter with the Chibi), but thank you for the kind thoughts, punkin'.
Stalker Angie, watching a cat leak WAS funny. Feel free to laugh yourself stupid.
Posted by: Ryan on August 3, 2005 10:38 AMNO! The Jigsaw sleeve was looking so good! How did this happen! HOW!?! Don't let TMK see the frogging OR we could both frog our sleeves that need a-frogging right in front of her! MEHWHWHWWHWHA!
Posted by: Rebecca on August 3, 2005 11:20 AMhey.. that lady hit me.. not the other way around.
glad it was what I imagined (yes.. I figured it must be a dr appt of some type) hope it heals quickly!
Posted by: anj on August 3, 2005 11:23 AMOuch! Hope you are all better now. Hey, I enjoyed reading about you and the Dulaan Project in the new Vogue Knitting. Way cool.
Posted by: Jane on August 3, 2005 11:50 AMAny way you could just remove the cuff and reknit it down?
Posted by: Charlotte on August 3, 2005 12:18 PMSympathies on the cuff and the cutting...yeeeeouch. Poor darlin'...heal well.
Posted by: Lee Ann on August 3, 2005 12:35 PMOK, there is enough boob discussion on Mossy Cottage Knits that I know when I meet you some day I'll be looking at your gazongas. But I promise not to be scared of them.
I have to say though, mine don't do nearly as many interesting things as yours. Mine don't break down mammagram machines or scare people. Mine just collect food.
Posted by: Laurie on August 3, 2005 12:55 PMThere are some places needles should. just. not. go. I'll spare you. Feel well, brave girl! Yours in sympathy (and humidity!)...
Posted by: marylee on August 3, 2005 03:27 PMNext time, grab the doctor somewhere, um, "sensitive" and demand the good stuff! Yikes! Hope you heal quickly.
Posted by: Kristen on August 3, 2005 04:09 PMI suppose I should clarify...I am cursed with a metabolism that just laughs in the face of any local anaesthetic, chews it up and spits it out in minutes, in fact. Which explains the 12--TWELVE!--injections yesterday, and why TMK and I are waiting for me to spring a leak. Not the doctor's fault, not mine. Just how the Good Lawd made me. Maybe he should have used a different set of blueprints.
Posted by: Ryan on August 3, 2005 04:30 PMNo, there's a Looney Tunes episode or five with that water-leaking thing, I'm sure. You are in elite company. Hope you feel better soon.
Posted by: Sonja on August 3, 2005 05:40 PMGeez Ryan, that doesn't sound like much fun :( I'm glad it didn't slow you down any and is, hopefully all done with now?
I've had leaky cats, but it was generally because I'd bought a brand of litter they didn't aprove of and they usually leaked all over the front hall carpet...ewww... Your leaky kitty is much funnier :)
Posted by: Robbyn on August 3, 2005 07:15 PMMy chemo technician told me last time to make sure that if anybody else needed blood from me, to ask them to take it "down wind" from where the chemo would be inserted, because otherwise the chemo juice would leak out of the "upwind" puncture. I'm thinking that is about what happened to your sponge or seive like kitty.... Oh, and it only takes a day or two for the holes to close up.
Hope all the excised bits were benign and that you are feeling fit and feisty.
That's one of my favorite Will & Grace episode's ever.
Posted by: Nathania on August 4, 2005 07:59 AMAs of the lab results this morning, the application of dull knives and Chibis to various parts of my back is done. One spot was fine, one was bad news--but I already knew about it, and yesterday's visit to the doctor was just a redo to catch some stubborn, errant cells.
But Who Cares because Stephanie is here this afternoon! Woo-hoo!
Posted by: Ryan on August 4, 2005 09:33 AMYikes. Very sorry about the bad news. I hope they can get you fixed up quickly. Thinking of you!
My boyfriend also doesn't respond to local anaesthetic--shoulda thought of that.
Posted by: Kristen on August 4, 2005 11:59 AM