[stumbles into room, collapses into chair, misses completey, falls to floor]
YOU GUYS. I'm sorry. I'm not dead. I was...lost! In the Kalahari Desert! Surviving on wild watermelon and antelope! Until I was discovered--my throat parched and my mind feverish and thoroughly mad from the heat--by a family of nouveau riche publishing moguls who happened to be on safari there, riding camels across the dry riverbed.
In any case! Here I am now. Here is my life since the last one. (If it is overly long, it's because this is for my own benefit as much as anyone's--more so, even.)UPDATES ON MY BROTHER
It turns out that the PET (?) scan revealed another cancerous lymph node, which means he has Stage 2, not 1. But the outlook is still overwhelmingly positive. They aren't going to operate to remove the other node; they're just going to kill it with chemo and radiation. The chemo has made him feel sick and faint and has given him horrible mouth/tongue pain (thrush) as well as other bits of general crappiness. Not sure when he's going to lose his hair. For some reason I thought it would have happened by now, but he's still got his full head, so.MY WEIRD ABDOMINAL PAIN
For around two months now, I have been having this weird pain in the right side of my abdomen, right across from my navel. It started during a time of...unusual gastrointestinal difficulty, so at first I attributed it to that. But the weeks went by and it still hurts. (Hurt a lot in LA, actually.) It hurts ONLY when I'm up and walking around, tightening my stomach muscles. In LA, some uncomfortable fullness after a large breakfast at Denny's caused it to NOT hurt. It doesn't hurt to press on it--actually, if it's hurting, it feels better
if I press on it.
It hasn't been bothering me too much lately because I'm back at work and largely sedentary, but that's not to say that whatever's causing it isn't still there. I've had an ultrasound done, which showed absolutely nothing. My blood test came back fine. Next up is a CT scan! Yaaaay. THE BITE SPLINT THAT MAKES ME TALK LIKE THE SOCIAL REJECT I AM
Yeah, so I finally got this thing to fix my stupid jaw. It seems to be helping, although I am probably not wearing it as much as I should (but can you blame me? It is damn hard to talk with this thing in, and I get pissed off every time I try).UHHHH.
oh yeah.MY NEW ROOM
For an extra $100 a month (which J is paying to me in exchange for me letting him keep stuff in here--this was the condition upon which I finally agreed), I moved out of my tiny closet-like room and into the big room with the large closet and the BATHROOM (half-bath, but still) all to myself. Now I have room to do my pilates!EASTERN SHORE BONANZARAMA
On July 26, J and I went out to the Eastern Shore to stay in this beach house down the road from some friends of his. Dude is an amateur movie maker and was debuting his newest finished film. (I really want to be nice, but I can't say that I thought his execution was very good.) It was a really cool beach house and a really cool weekend overall (biting flies notwithstanding). The nights out there are so dark and clear that you can see every star. I spotted Cassiopeia and realized that I need to learn more constellations. And spend a lot more time out on a dock, lying on my back and pointing out stars.KING'S DOMINION
On August 5 we all took a day off work to go to an amusement park. I survived the DOMINATOR! without vomiting and was proud. Had more luck on the Avalanche, and opted to skip the (scary) Volcano and the bumpy Grizzly. And whatever else scary things they have there. Had better luck in the water park, getting dumped on by a giant bucket of water (so much water! Almost lost my shorts) with Bryan and his girlfriend, Vanessa.
Then J and I got into a big fight over him not listening to a damn thing I said and me being mental and we almost broke up on the drive home, but we did not and I am happy because of that.SIGGRAPH 2008: PART ONE
For one reason or another, we could not get a direct flight from BWI to LAX. I was so paranoid about losing luggage that I decided to cram one week's worth of stuff into one carry-on sized suitcase and a tote bag. AND I DID. So we stayed in this absolutely gorgeous hotel, the Biltmore
, which is where a few Academy Awards were hosted, and is also the last place Elizabeth Short, aka The Black Dahlia
, was seen alive. (spooky)
Also, the pool (which I swam in!) was featured in Cruel Intentions
And guys, it is 11:11pm (!) and I am pooped, so I am just going to cut it off here for now and finish this some other time in the near
(I mean it!) future.NEXT TIME ON Sin Tetas No Hay Paraíso (lol):
- MORE LOS ANGELES!
- WATERMELON POOL RUGBY!
- and MY NEW CAR!
Good night, my darlings. :)