Thursday, January 31, 2019
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Patient, Lisa Rosenberg, was up during the night. I followed her around the house. Watched patient eat a mashed banana at 3:15am. Side note: I do not like mashed bananas, I prefer the peels.
Patient is on bed rest. Passes time playing Wordscapes game on cell phone. Have observed some cheating.
Mrs. Rosenberg, reports pain at oral surgery site, but still requests coffee at odd hours.
Patient hogs all pillows in bed.
When patient appears to be in distress, I move to head of bed and get into the "small spoon" formation for cuddling purposes. This appears to calm her.
I often lick patient's ice pack to ensure it is still cold. And delicious.
Patient is expected to make a full recovery in 24-48 hours. Although she is sometimes fussy, I will miss having her under my constant care and watchful eye.
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
Jeff bought Picante Lime Corn Nuts from the snack window at Bob's game on Friday night. He left them next to me while he went to keep score and I ate them. All of them. I don't even like Corn Nuts or the picante chemicals these were dusted with. I was out of my mind.
The next morning I woke up with a toothache. Damn you to hell, Corn Nuts. Chewing on the yellow rocks had clearly done something to upset my mouth. I took a lot of Advil over the weekend and called my dentist on Monday morning. The x-ray revealed a large infection under my #18 molar (lower, driver's side). The infection had been there for awhile but biting hard on the Corn Nuts had brought it to my attention. This tooth had already had a root canal, but it had apparently failed. (It should have studied harder for the final. Hello, comedy!) I was referred to an endodontist.
This morning, the endo juiced me up with two needles full of Novocaine and explained that the failed root canal had a fractured root and she would need to look for a different root to go in with. If that wasn't possible, I would have to have the tooth extracted, and nobody wanted that. There were a lot of x-rays. A lot of pulling and jackhammering. More x-rays. "Open your mouth as wide as you can, now just a little bit wider than your widest."
Usually during unpleasant experiences I am able to check out and think about something else: a white sandy beach, a full moon on a foggy evening, not having jackhammering going on inside my face - things like that. This time, I couldn't get there. The best I could do was to concentrate on the music in the office, the SiriusXM Music for Oral Surgery Station. Ah, Toni Braxton. What's she doing now? A little Faith Hill country-crossover music that I shouldn't yet do know all the words to. Hotel California. Electric Avenue, Good Vibrations and how does one find a theremin instructor, exactly? Google it, I guess.
There were more x-rays and something called a 5-20 being jabbed into my mouth over and over.
"This thing is stubborn, but not as stubborn as I am," said the endodontist. After more jabbing, there was one more x-ray. This time the results elicited a "Yes!" from the doctor. We were now in the home stretch. And then, a quick two hours and fifteen minutes after we had started, the procedure was over.
"Now Lisa, you're going to be sore and swollen, maybe bruised for a day or two. You'll need to eat soft foods for a few days and nothing hot until the Novocaine wears off in a few hours. You'll want to ice your jaw, the infection was sitting right on top of your nerve. Are you in pain now?"
I nodded and made a small noise that sounded like, "Meow."
"Okay, I'll give you a prescription for just a couple of these. Are you allergic to Codeine?"
"No, ma'am. No I am not."
I think it really, really might be.
Monday, January 28, 2019
Sunday, January 27, 2019
Why we'll look back at our smart phones like cigarettes.
Getting started with traveling light. (One of my obsessions.)
Father Gregory Boyle of Homeboy Industries.
Greenwich Village a century ago.
The 26th Street subway station re-opens with blooming flower mosaics.
And a shoebill stork.
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Friday, January 25, 2019
Thursday, January 24, 2019
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Monday, January 21, 2019
"This Martin Luther King Jr. Day, we would do his memory justice by honoring all of his legacy. Not just the parts that make white Americans comfortable."
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Friday, January 18, 2019
My friend Chris has a gallery show at the California Heritage Museum in Santa Monica thru March 17th. His sculpture is intricate and funny and all about his own particular brand of social commentary. The show also includes a replication of his spectacular living room.
I mean just look at this piece, you guys. Zoom in and really check it out. It's spectacular.
You can read more about Chris and his work here.
If you're a Southern Cali person, come see this. You will thank me. And please feel free to do that thanking while handing me a large cup of black coffee from the coffee place of your choice. I'm easy. Follow him on Instagram @ChrisFraticelli
Thursday, January 17, 2019
This morning, while it was still dark out, I could hear the rain hitting the roof. Laying in bed with a sleepy Mr. Rosenberg and two snoring dogs, it occurred to me, this - this is good. It's been awhile since I've written a list of very good things. Here are some recents.
My mom blowing out birthday candles.
My friend Chris' first art show. (More on that tomorrow.)
Coffee, always coffee.
Pajamas until at least noon.
Bob talking baseball cards and stats with his friend Ben.
The life of Mary Oliver who the world lost and found today.
The red hibiscus blooming outside the laundry room window.
Mr. Rosenberg playing the drums in the garage.
Levi and Teddy touching noses when they walk past each other.
My friends who make me laugh and cry and that sentiment may not be original but it's true.
The red candle that smells like mandarin orange.
Watching Friday Night Lights with Bob. (Clear eyes, full hearts, he's finally old enough.)
Andrew Bird all the time.
My umbrella that's a knock-off of Van Gogh's Starry Night.
The sweet book I just finished, The Red Notebook by Antoine Laurain.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
There's no "before" photo so let me paint you a picture. In this corner, was a big basket with holiday wrapping paper and bows and three gift boxes and cards and envelopes and stamps and snowflake stickers and my favorite pens and eleven empty Christmas stockings and a weird stray sock inside of it.
The "after" photo might look like just an empty corner but it's really the start of a whole new year.
Monday, January 14, 2019
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Saturday, January 12, 2019
Friday, January 11, 2019
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
When Mr. Rosenberg returns home from the outside world, it's never good when he starts a sentence with:
"Hey, you remember that song--?"
"'Valerie' by Steve Winwood?"
"Did you hear it at Trader Joe's?"
"Rite Aid. Remember it?"
"It's all synth-y? It goes like this--"
"Please, honey. We're all still recovering from the Home Depot 'Hollaback Girl' situation."
"No wait listen. Valerieeeeeee..."
Monday, January 7, 2019
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Friday, January 4, 2019
I may have titled yesterday's (Thursday's) post "Friday" because I didn't really know what day it was, but in other ways, I'm still (overly) on it.
Perhaps you've witnessed a photo like the one above of the inside of my glorious, alphabetized, spice cabinet before. (Lucky!) You have an idea of what I'm made of. Last week was a reminder of what happens when I'm in an Airbnb and left to my own devices. Yes. I will organize your kitchen situation.
Exhibit A: Airbnb Lihue Kaua'i, Hawaii. Drawers organized, refrigerator shelves re-positioned for optimal grocery storage.
Exhibit B: Airbnb Lisbon, Portugal. Upper and lower cabinets organized, drawers reorganized, expired spices thrown away.
Exhibit C: Airbnb Vancouver BC, Canada. Drawers organized.
Exhibit D: Airbnb Lake Arrowhead, California. Drawers organized, expired spices and condiments thrown away, upper and lower cabinets organized, sink polished.
The sink polishing move was purely extra credit on my part.