I feel bad that I overslept and didn't make it to the viewing and funeral this morning. I did get up in time to throw on a hat and go to Micro to take the exam. Our professor is wonderfully quick at grading the tests, and so I already know that I scored at 85. That's not bad, considering I missed two lectures last week. Tomorrow is just a lecture, and then I'm off to the city for the weekend.
later on 2/26/03
It's the tub. Well, the pipe underneath it. The plumbers had to crack the pipe out of this concrete block in the ceiling that it was encased it, and there's a nearly-foot long gash in the pipe, it must have been corroding for some time now. And they aren't fixing it until tomorrow or Friday - sponge bath time.
In good news, however, I got a 102 on my Anatomy test from last week! Whee! Now I can go study for tomorrow's Micro exam.
We have plumbing issues in the house - there's something leaking from the upstairs bathroom into the dining room downstairs. No water is showing up on the bathroom floor, but it's leaking somehow. They think it's the tub. The plumbers had to cut a hole in the dining room ceiling to look inside the floors to find the problem. Whatever it is, I hope we can get it fixed soon - I didn't get to take a shower today!
Our SNO advisor's father died yesterday - the funeral is tomorrow morning. Since most of the SNO is at the convention, I'm going to try and go.
I woke up at 7am this morning in a panic attack, because of the dream I had shortly before waking up. I dreamed that I was at Dad's apartment, only it was in Times Square. And I was leaving to go and visit Aunt Paula, who also lived in the area. So I walked down three flights of stairs to the street, and there were all of these firemen around. I stepped over hoses and through some police barricades to cross 43rd Street. The building across the street had fire coming out of its windows, hence the firemen. And when I looked up at the building I was headed to, it was on fire, too. So I went in anyway, and found Aunt Paula and her kids, who looked like they did when they were 12 or so. I stayed to chat a while, but I kept looking out the window, where all of the buildings were burning. All of a sudden, a police loudspeaker burst out - and we heard it in the apartment as clearly as though it were the radio - that "this is a real attack, new yorkers get ready" - and I tried to go downstairs but had no idea what to do. That's when I woke up. And I sat here in bed for a good twenty minutes shaking and not able to move.
Not a good start to the day - happily, it got better.
The convention stuff is all sorted out with school, which is good. I aced the math review for the med math test, also good. It's not so hard once you think about what you're calculating.
After school, I drove to the city to meet Michael for Avenue Q, a new musical. The first 40 minutes were hysterical. After one of the songs, one of the actors took a fall down the exit stairs at the side of the stage. The next scene went on, but after that, the director came out, and in a very Julian Marsh/42nd Street way, explained that the actor had hurt his ankle, and the show was going to stop there as he wouldn't be able to continue. So we were all offered replacement tickets for another night during the run - I hope he's OK, and I hope we go and see it soon - the show was really fun, and I want to see what happened next!
After the aborted show attempt, we walked over to Marie's (with Mike Benedetto and his friend Jere, who were there as well - funny bit, Jere saw me, came over, and asked, "suck my big?" - good thing it was me!) and had a few drinks, it was so early.
And now I'm home. Ready for bed.
We need more snow - the stuff we have is nearly melted away.
I went to school this morning and talked to Mrs. H. and Miss F. (the director) about the convention, and while they're disappointed that I can't make it (so am I, so is Lori), they completely understand. I need to put the academics first - and the adult move is to back out of the convention now, rather than go, have a great time, and come back and fail Micro. So I called Nancy, the alternate, to see if she can make it on this short notice, and if she can't, they have a senior in mind who will already be there for the convention just as a visitor - they're going to ask her as well if she'd go as a delegate. Bummer for me, but I really don't want to have missed four lectures in Micro in a row.
Micro lab just gets more entertaining - by the end of the year we won't want to touch, eat or put anything in our mouths. We're culturing all kinds of stuff ("Here, cough on this plate") in lab to see what kinds of bacteria grow. Today we did a watch, a stethoscope, the payphone in the hall, the toilet seat, the desks, you name it. Next week we'll be able to see what it grew.
later on 2/23/03
I often feel like I live in a cultural vacuum, but watching the Grammy's confirms it. I have no idea who most of these people are. I do know, however, that even I can sing better than Avril Lavigne. And I must say - the name "Avril" just reminds me of the bit from City of Angels - "Avril. It's French for April" "Oui, je sais." "Oh, the only French I know is my name."
So of course I did what any good neighbor would do, and I called the Matawan police to come over and unlock the car next door - just in case the kid was in there OD'ing on carbon monoxide or something. No sooner had I hung up the phone, than a car came into the driveway next door, bearing Tom (the neighbor's kid) and a friend. Apparently Tom had turned on the car - his grandmother's - to warm up, and then closed the car, locking the keys in it, so he had to call a friend and go to his grandmother's in Marlboro to pick up the spare keys. I told him that I called the cops and he was so apologetic, asking if he should stay to explain, and did the radio bother me and was it too loud and he would never do it again. I told him to go wherever he was going, and when the cop came by five minutes later, I explained what had happened. Just another exciting night in Matawan, NJ.
With missing two days of Micro lecture last week, and missing two more this week because of the convention, I'm having second thoughts on going to Atlantic City. We do have an alternate delegate (who's already taken Micro), and I think I'm going to ask Mrs. H. tomorrow if she can go in my place. If I go, I just feel that I'm going to fall further behind in classes.
I am rereading - again - the Outlander books by Diana Gabaldon. What this world needs is more men in kilts. What it needs less of is the sort of people that you might run into at Wal-Mart on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I had to go out to buy videotapes, and man, the people in this area are just aggrivating beyond belief. Besides the big hair and the tight jeans and the hipper-than-thou attitude and the expanding waistlines on the kids and the screaming babies... I was just having one of those moments - maybe it's the getting over being sick, I don't know. I read an interview somewhere, some time ago, and the interviewer described his subject as posessing the sort of frustration that comes with feeling that you are slightly better than everyone around you. And I knew exactly what he felt. So that's kind of what I felt like today. It really makes me either want to move back to NYC or to a house in the mountains where there are no other people around. All or nothing.
OK, end rant.
And in hapy news from the Diana Gabaldon homepage, there will be (at least!) two more books in the Outlander series. That makes my day.
later on 2/22/03
Well, I felt well enough to eat - some mac and cheese, and then some turkey and stuffing at dinner. Much better. I managed to lose 8 pounds in the past three days tho, I guess the vomiting diet works wonders. I still spent most of the day in bed tho.
I ventured outside for the first time in three days (it's been raining all day, too). There's something outside making this rhythmic squeaking noise, so I went downstairs to see if I could see anything that was making it. Turns out to be our neighbor's kid's car, with the windshield wipers going. Odd, since it isn't raining now. I walked over, knocked on the window, but no answer. The door was locked, but the car was running, with the radio on and the wipers going. Very strange. I guess it'll stop when the battery dies. There doesn't appear to be anyone at home next door either, so I didn't bother to knock on their door.
For those who keep track of these things, today I was feeling well enough to get up and take a shower for the first time since Wednesday morning. And I think I may even feel well enough to eat something besides a popsicle. This is good.
Well, the puking stopped yesterday afternoon, and I've just been feeling rundown since then. Every joint in my body aches, and I couldn't find a comfortable way to sit or lay down all night, so I didn't sleep well at all. Every time I move something else hurts. Back, knees, ankles, you name it. So I emailed my Micro professor to tell her I wouldn't be in today, and I'm going to try and sleep some more.
I decided not to go to the city. I just don't feel well enough to move. Rescheduled my theatre ticket for My Life With Albertine for two weeks from now, and called Tesse to cancel on going out tonight. I hate feeling this sick.
I'm home sick from school today - and I cancelled my theatregoing, too. I've got whatever Mom had on Sunday. I've been up since 4am with vomiting and diarrhea and I can't even keep water down, except in small sips. I think I've drunk about a half-gallon in small sips so I don't get dehydrated. Tried some Kool-Aid: vomit. Tried some OJ: vomit. Mom went out and bought me a box of popsicles, and they seem to be doing OK. But really, it's pretty gross, especially since most of what I'm throwing up right now is water.
You know when you drop off a roll of film and have no idea what's on it? I just got back my pictures from the Yankee game that David Low and I went to back in July.
God bless Jet Blue and their affordable airfares! I booked my spring break tickets. I'm flying into Oakland to spend three days with Josh, and then driving up to Seattle to see Peter's new house and enjoy the housewarming party. Then I fly out of Seattle back to NY, just in time to get back to NJ for Microbiology. We love Jet Blue.
In other happy news, I think I aced both my Nursing and Anatomy tests. In unhappy news, did you see this story about the girl who received the wrong-type organs in a transplant? We discussed it in class tonight.
Oh and my measles vaccination still came back negative, so I have to get my blood tested again, and if it's negative again, a third round of immunizations. Ugh.
We got another three inches of snow overnight.
And with no school today, I'm catching up on my nursing school reading - the principles of pharmacology, and fluid and electrolyte balance are the topics on today's agenda.
There's so much snow that we can't push the front door open. And the cars are buried up past the wheels. We can't open the doors to the house because the snow is so high. Love it. The snow has drifted so much in the backyard that our neighbor's car is covered completely. with just a little bit of the side mirrors sticking out. And it's still coming down. I love it! I'm taking pictures, will put them up later.
Another update: Since the airports are closed and flights are cancelled, Mom moved her Seattle trip to July. So today we went out and shoveled out the driveway (the front of it, anyway). Our new neighbor happens to have a HUGE snowblower, so he did the base of the driveway and our sidewalk, which saved a lot of back-breaking work. He said we could use it anytime. The cars are dug out, tho there isn't really anywhere we can go!
I already got a call that nursing school is cancelled for tomorrow. But of course, we still have our test on Wednesday.
later on 2/16/03
Still snowing! Whee! It's supposed to snow all day tomorrow, and we're under a severe weather warning and a rare blizzard warning. I love this weather.
I suffered through the horrible ABC/Disney TV version of The Music Man tonight. It was really, really bad. Bad singing, bad acting. Nice hats tho, I wanted all of them.
Happily, the Food Network had an hour-long making-of Emeril Live on after that, which was completely enthralling, and then the news had shots of all of the snow, which just made me happy to watch.
Well, I went out to Best Buy and bought a new Palm Pilot - same model, $50 cheaper this time around. I also splurged and bought a two year parts-and-labor warranty for it, in case I drop it in the toilet again. I was going to do the unethical thing and slip my old Palm into the box, and return it, but with my luck they would check the serial numbers and send me to jail.
Since we're expecting a foot of snow tonight, I'll have plenty of indoor time to get it all charged and set up.
Mom's moving her flight to Seattle to another day, and she's too sick to get on the plane.
Ahh, Michael Bloomberg, mayor for the arts. First he writes a $10million personal check to arts organizations, and then he's out at TKTS recommending that people buy tickets to Hairspray and The Lion King (two shows that have never been on TKTS - go Bloomberg). Get a clue.
later on 2/15/03
I really did do nothing. 2/3 of the way through the book, I fell asleep. Woke up, had dinner, and now I'm ready to sleep again.
My friend Patrick went to that huge anti-war rally in the city. It's not that I'm pro-war, but I'm not exactly anti-war either. I'm all for turning Iraq into a large parking lot.
For the past few weeks, Mimi has been sleeping on the floor next to my heater, getting warm and toasty. So tonight I took a towel and put it on top of the heater and put her on top of it, and now she has a new favorite place to sleep. I'm watching her now, one paw stretched out under her head and hanging off the side. She looks like me, toasty.
Good lord, I was so bored at House of Flowers - the Encores show Steve and I saw last night. Well, I saw the first act, anyway, and then left at intermission. Yawn.
Lots of police in riot gear in the city last night - machine guns etc. I don't know if they were NYPD or National Guard tho. I asked one if there was anything to be concerned about and he said, "no."
Went down to (where else) Marie's, and met up with Tesse and Michael (thank you for the chocolates, I guarantee they will not last the day) and the rest of the usual suspects. I'll say one thing for V-day, it sure made for an empty bar. I drove them both home (with Tesse and I getting lost getting back to the West Side Highway once again) and then headed back to Matawan, home by 3am.
Today I am doing nothing.
Well, not completely true. Steve brought back my copy of The Cat Who Went to Paris so I'm going to reread it today.
Palm pilot - still not working.
Tooth - not hurting as much.
Dreams - no travel dreams, but I dreamed that I was in a huge college math class. It was the first day and the (very attractive) teacher came in and told the class that everyone needed to get up and tell a math-related joke. I had something very witty, all about the theory of relativity and quantum math, ready to go, but when it was getting near my turn, I started to forget parts of it. I turned to Danielle, one of my nursing classmates who was there with me, and she tried to walk me through it, but to no avail. And then the guys next door started banging on the garage and I woke up.
Micro - love the class, not doing so well on the quizzes. Our first test is scheduled for when I'll be down in Atlantic City with the convention, so I talked to the professor yesterday and she's going to let me take it the day before.
later on 2/13/03
In the "oh, just what I needed" category - I put my Palm Pilot in my back jeans pocket, and when I went to the bathroom, it fell into the toilet. I'm letting it dry out overnight - and it had better work tomorrow, or else I have to dig out the warranty info. Erg.
And in the "what a pain" category - you know I had this root canal last year. Well, the tooth next to the one I had drilled is really bothering me, so I have to go back to the dentist and see what the deal is. It really hurts.
OK, the weird travel dreams have to stop. I dreamed that Jen and I (she's my bitch, and she knows it) were in Paris, but it was a weird amalgamation of our past trips. Paris was more like NYC, but even more crowded, and we both spoke excellent French. We did a lot of shopping, and I distinctly remember that we ate out and asked for ice water, not fizzy water. We visited a torture museum that was behind the Louvre (which was behind a huge train station with tracks that went everywhere). And Eve was there with me, too, buying a crate of wine to send home to her parents, except that it was too expensive to ship, and too bulky to carry around. So she and I left the store and went to meet my Mom for lunch, but the only place around was a McDonald's, where they served things oddly and I couldn't remember how to order in Frenc. And then it was back to meeting Jen in the museum. We left, and stayed with Marie in a suburb of Paris (which is really odd, as she lives in Dublin), and then took a cab to the airport, which seemed to be a million miles away. We missed our flight and had to reschedule it, and the airline wouldn't give us a refund. And when I got home, there were all of these packages in the mailbox that I had mailed home from France, including the CD's of someone reading Lord of the Rings aloud.
The amount of detail in the dream tho was staggering. It was like I could feel textures and smell food cooking and hear all the accents and feel the air blowing past. Very strange.
Apart from having weird dreams all week, nothing else is new. Only one class today, and then I'm heading into the city to see Comedians.
Dad invited me to a downtown-NY event at City Hall next week to celebrate Black History Month. The borough president will be there, along with Stokes (yum), and cast members from Ma Rainey and Def Poetry Jam. Mmm, Stokes.
later on 12/12/03
Aww, Jen will always be my bitch. She sent the lamest and cutest v-day card with Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan on it - our little hobbitses. Too cute :-)
And sadly (happily?), my crush from the Xceed days, Eddie Hartman, has gotten engaged. That's the way the cookie crumbles.
Happy birthday Grandma!
It's so windy out, I'm afraid the trees are going to blow over. There's snow being blown off the roofs and trees and it looks like a blizzard.
I had the weirdest dream last night. I was supposed to fly to San Francisco, but the day I was leaving, I was in the city, downtown, with some classmates from nursing school, and Jen. And the building we were in - I remember it was 19 Pine Street - was hit by a bomb and the power went out. The next thing I knew, I was home again, putting on makeup to go out. And I went out with Jen, and we ended up at Trisha's, which had also been hit by some kind of bomb, everything was lit by candles, and everyone was taking pictures of the inside of the apartment. We tried to cook up some leftovers, and then left the apartment to drive out to see Dona and go to the airport. I didn't have the charger for my cellfone, and I kept trying to call Mom or Dad to tell them where I was and that I was sick and tired of being in buildings that were being blown up.
And then I dreamed that Lori and I were trying to find some health club in the city, but ended up on the wrong train, and instead of ending up at the health club, we were at some non-profit office where people were writing bad poetry and trying to give it away.
Very strange night of dreams.
Well, I certainly wasn't bored at clinical today! My patient was a confused little old lady - very sweet, and she was thrilled that I was there just to hold her hand and talk with her.
Our group also got to watch some dressing changes - so I got to see a BKA (below-the-knee amputation) dressing change, and a stage 4 pressure ulcer dressing change. That one squicked a lot of people out, a pressure ulcer big enough to put four fists in, down to the bone, lots of necrotic tissue. Ick. And Christine and I, once again, wiped a lot of shit.
Snow snow snow. But do they cancel classes? No no no.
It's very cold here. I want to be in California. And not just for the weather.
We're expecting more snow tomorrow. I had to scrape four inches of ice off my car today to move it.
And in honor of the impending doom that is Valentine's Day, I give you some wedding vows to avoid.
You would think that with our family having such big mouths, that we'd never pull off a surprise party for Grandma's 80th birthday party, but we did. Most of our side of the family met up in Chester, NY for a big dinner and party, it was lots of fun and I am stuffed with food.
On the way up, Mom and I stopped at the Woodbury Commons outlet mall, since it was right there at the exit, and bought things we didn't really need, as always. But I did find two sassy Lladro statues - both of girls with hatboxes, so they're mine now. And new pillows, too.
Every woman should have a black-tie outfit that she can put on in fifteen minutes or less.
Yesterday, there were comps available for the opening night of Ma Rainey's Black Bottom, so Michael called me at 4.30pm to say he had gotten a pair, did I want to go? Mom and I finished up the grocery shopping, got home at 4.50pm, I was dressed - black dress, heels, sassy coat and new hat - and in the car by 5pm. Very nice. Of course, while it took 40 minutes to get to the Lincoln Tunnel, it took another 45 to get THROUGH the tunnel, and I was late for the show. Only by five min, but I was stressed about it. Running from the parking lot to the theatre in heels isn't much fun.
The show was very good - much better than the last August Wilson show I saw - King Hedley II, and Charles Dutton and Whoopi Goldberg were both terrific.
After the show, we went to Marie's to show off how wonderful we looked, and then it started to snow. By the time I left Marie's, there was an inch on the ground. And this morning - we have six, and it's still coming down.
Needless to say, no school today - I called at 8am and got the "due to inclement weather, all morning and evening classes are cancelled" message.
Mmm, slept from 11pm last night til 10am this morning. I feel much better, ready to go and tackle the world of Microbiology!
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Happy birthday to my dear little brother, Peter.
I'm so tired. Monday night was Anatomy lab, which, luckily, ended early. Yesterday was our first clinical day of the semester. I somehow made the mistake of setting my alarm for 6pm instead of 6am, and didn't wake up until Mom came home at 7.15am. I took the world's fastest shower and got ready and was at the hospital by 8am. Whew. My patient was a typical little old lady, not too communicative. Boring day. Not challenging. I did get to hang out a bit with Theresa (Mom's former coworker, used to work nights, now on days) - that is, we got to go downstairs for a cigarette together. And after clinical we came back to school to start going over Med Math, which doesn't look too challenging. How many pills to give if they come in this dosage etc. Not bad at all (for me, the math geek). And then yesterday after school, I drove to the city. I went to the hat store and bought two hats with the gift certificates from Dad and Ann - they're having a huge half-off sale until March, which thrills me. Then I went uptown to meet Michael and Tesse for dinner at the Ho Ed before seeing Take Me Out. The play is still super, and will win big (for the play and the actors) come Tony time in June. I'd forgotten how funny and smart it all was.
Today I'm just tired. Happily, well, maybe not too happily, our nursing instructor was sick today, so we just had Nutrition (during which I almost fell asleep) and then the SNO meeting and now I'm back home with some time to spare before Anatomy tonight.
Oh! In very good news - I stopped by our old apartment building yesterday while I was in the city and our Time Warner cable box is still there, in the doorman's closet-of-packages. Amazing. So now I need to call TW and tell them to go pick it up and take the stupid charges off our bill.
In other good news, I have completed my collection of Sue Barton books - bought the last one from a bookseller in England (we love the Internet) and it arrived today, so now I can finish reading the series.
It feels like California weather today - 50 degrees out! Never fear, it's supposed to go back down to 30 by Wednesday. We got out of Micro lab an hour early again today, which gave me more time to study for the Anatomy lab quiz. Busy day. And tomorrow we start up clinical again. I'm at Old Bridge this time, instead of Perth - much shorter drive.
later on 2/2/03
So I'm reading this book called Forever by Pete Hamill, Dad recommended it. It's (in brief) about a guy who is granted the gift of eternal life, as long as he never leaves Manhattan. I'm loving it so far. But the book ends in the present, and one of the featured characters has just gotten a job at a company in the WTC, and all I keep thinking is "please don't let this book end the way I think it's going to end." I guess I'll find out in another hundred pages or so.
Of course, our intrepid hero of the novel also takes this woman to see Copenhagen and she cries through it because she was a physics whiz in college. Love that.
I won $4 on the scratch-off lottery card that I bought. Of course, I spent $9 on the cards, but hey, it's a step in the right direction.
And great, this is just what Peter and Corrie need - more ducks.
The Ents would not be happy. Our new neighbors (I met Manny today, haven't met his son yet) are cutting down the big trees in the front and back of the house. In good news, the one in front always hangs dangerously over the power lines of our two houses, so that's good. But I do like the trees. He's a contractor, and planning to redo the exterior of their house, new sidewalks etc. He also loves old cars, and admired my Dart. Maybe he can help me get it running again. Manny seems very cool, he worked on the WTC cleanup for the better part of a year.
Drove into Queens last night, where everything looks the same. I always get lost, and must've called Steve fifteen times to check my directions. But my quest was successful, he had a bunch of movies for me, and I had to return the camera I borrowed from him. I stopped by Marie's after for a quick drink, and was home by 2am.
Shuttle explosion over Texas. Can't we have something positive happen for once around here?
Our new next-door neighbors are moving in today. Single dad and his son. I haven't met them yet, but I've seen the dad coming and going in his van.
Nothing else is new - got my hair cut, decided to grow it back out to the length it was for Peter's wedding (chin-length or so). And it's raining out.
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