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Not quite sure yet, but I know it has something to do with crayons...

When A Woman Loves A Man by David Lehman

When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says "quixotic" she means "mercurial".
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."

He's supposed to know that.

When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginia
or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,
or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he
is raking leaves in Ithaca
or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate
at the window overlooking the bay
where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on
while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.

When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning
she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels
drinking lemonade
and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed
where she remains asleep and very warm.

When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.
When she says, "We're talking about me now,"
he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,
"Did somebody die?"

When a woman loves a man, they have gone
to swim naked in the stream
on a glorious July day
with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle
of water rushing over smooth rocks,
and there is nothing alien in the universe.

Ripe apples fall about them.
What else can they do but eat?

When he says, "Ours is a transitional era,"
"that's very original of you," she replies,
dry as the martini he is sipping.

They fight all the time
It's fun
What do I owe you?
Let's start with an apology
Ok, I'm sorry, you dickhead.
A sign is held up saying "Laughter."
It's a silent picture.
"I've been fucked without a kiss," she says,
"and you can quote me on that,"
which sounds great in an English accent.

One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it
another nine times.

When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the
airport in a foreign country with a jeep.
When a man loves a woman he's there. He doesn't complain that
she's two hours late
and there's nothing in the refrigerator.

When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.
She's like a child crying
at nightfall because she didn't want the day to end.

When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:
as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved.
A thousand fireflies wink at him.
The frogs sound like the string section
of the orchestra warming up.
The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.

So I am back in action. kinda. I had my surgery yesterday and all went well. Not even dawn was awake when I had to get there. The surgery was scheduled for 930 but they didn't get to me until eleven. I wasn't concerned. I barely remember being taken from holding to my room. I awoke in holding and managed to ask my nurse (payroll lady actually) why my throat hurt. She told me they intubated me. I hung around there for a while constantly being told to go back to sleep. No can do. So I asked her what they did. Well, I no longer have an appendix. That came as a surprise. I had teased my doctor about removing "useless bits" but never thought he would. Apparently it was inflamed and adhering to my abdominal wall thanks to the endometriosis. I didn't sleep when I got home but I did in recovery. I slept more today than anything. I still have to bathe and change bandages so that may help with the hurts. I was prescribed Percocet but haven't felt the need to take it despite the pain. Apparently the gas they use to expand your belly causes pain in your neck and shoulder. That is an understatement. That hurts more than the incisions. My goal tonight is bathe, watch NCIS, and maybe take some medicine.

Honestly, the weird part was how nervous I wasn't. To some extent I was but I was more worried about starting my new job. I just knew God was with me. So I didn't fret.

Talk later :)

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Me.

I know what hurts more than anything and I know how to drive it in. I know my weaknesses and fears. I can make myself feel two inches tall without even trying. I can make myself feel a ton of guilt over something that wasn't even my fault. One little mistake and I beat myself up for it.

I'm a perfectionist even though I'll never be perfect. Every mistake or every time I don't meet my goal is a huge failure. School was the worse for this.

However, since I am aware of this, it's a slow road, but an amendable one. I know that with time, I'll one day be my biggest fan.

Hi-o!

Just a monthly update :D I've been reading entries and commenting here and there but have just been busy with work :D

YAY. I really like my new job, and apparently there is some positive news coming to me on Monday. From what the director of OR and I chatted about, she brought up the fact that she and I have discussed me going full time once I get out of training. Whatever it may be, I'm excited.

But more importantly... I'm having surgery. For reals this time. I had went to a new doctor who I really like because he isn't knife happy. We had talked about sticking with this one BC in hopes it would stop any pain I had been experiencing. It hadn't; in fact, two weeks ago now I started getting these really bad pains which I associated with ovulation pains as that was normal. Well, it kept hurting. And kept hurting. And kept hurting. Finally, at lunch I talked with my dad and told him I had to go to the doctor. So he said to call him. Of course, I argued with him. lol. Well, right after lunch, who shows up in OR but my doctor. I stole a minute from him and told him everything and he said to schedule an appointment for the next day. I did. I went. Not even after a five minute exam he says to meet him in his office. He says that since the BC hasn't worked it's time for surgery. I haven't slept well since this horrid pain started. Yes, I had pain before but nothing like this.

So now, on Halloween no less, I will be getting... poked? open. They don't necessarily cut anymore. It's a relief to say the least. But I'm worried about what they will find. On Monday, this same doctor is performing a hysterectomy on a 23 year old. So yeah.

Have I not explained my job? I work in sterile processes in the OR (operating room) at the hospital here. A much better step up from housekeeping. I really like this job and the doors it opens.

Ta!

1. To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Absolutely one of the greatest books ever written. I don't even know how many times I've read it. Harper Lee may have had a one shot wonder, but it will never be forgotten.

2. James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl. This may or may not have been the book that got me to love reading so much. My dad and I would read together every night before I went to bed and it was with this book that I learned to read. I remember reading the last chapter of the book and having trouble with the word "the".

3. I can't think of another book for the third slot other than the Bible. I originally wasn't going to add it to the list because I felt that it shouldn't be categorized with other works. It's in its own league. I was going to add it to this post, but not in the list.

Of course it has changed my life, for the better.

Write my name in the snow. *g*

YAY!!!

So... life has been running smoothly here...ish. lol. I've been arguing with a cold for the past few days, which is appropriate enough as right before we go on vacation I either get sick or start my period. Since the latter is not happening, I got sick. Thanks dad.

Anyhoo, on the job front: I am no longer in housekeeping, thankyouverymuch. I had put in my two weeks notice two Wednesdays ago and finished up this past Wednesday. I was unemployed for all of five minutes when my dad caught me passing his office and told me Pam was looking for me/trying to call me.

Back story: I think last month my dad told me that Sterile Processes in OR was looking for another tech (he also said that if I really wanted it, Pam would hire me). I applied but we were all dragging our feet because we weren't sure what doctors would say.

After dragging our feet and a couple doctors appointments later, I was interviewed this past Tuesday, and Wednesday I got the job. I am very excited for this job, I will be an actual hospital employee (not just contracted) and will therefore receive benefits and what not. YAY! Plus, I'll be making more an hour. Granted, it's not much, but it sure beats minimum wage. I start September 13.

Onto the medical mumbo jumbo of my life. As you all know, I switched doctors after my last doctor crapped out on me. I like this new one; he came highly recommended. While the last one was knife happy, he isn't. I had exams and an ultrasound (technically, it was a sonogram) done and of course, endometriosis doesn't show up on US. Since there was nothing wrong with the scan, he set the brakes for surgery. He wants me to continue this birth control for a couple more months to see what it does (uhm, excuse me, I was on Loestrin for nearly a year. It didn't do jack. How will this differ?) Oh well. So we didn't schedule a comeback date, but we're just going to give it some time and then I guess surgery will happen. I am in constant pain y'all. Sometimes it's more noticeable, but for the most part it's just a consistent pain. There's nothing that makes it better or worse for that matter. Just whatever it feels like. Yes, my uterus has a mind of it's own.

I'm glad he isn't knife happy, and we kind of argued about this, but he doesn't want to take risks. He has to have justification for everything, and what if I react badly to the anesthesia or something (not him) bungs up. So he makes good points, but at the time that's not what I wanted to hear.

Oh. Good news: my cysts on my ovaries are gone. YAY. So that's one less thing to worry about.

Other news in life: I'm going on vacation Saturday. To the happiest place on Earth :D Daddy and I are very excited about this. I'll be gone for a week.

Life is good. God being great is the reason life is good. :)