barium, donuts and hay
i haven't turned on the pc in a week or so. sorry if i owe you an email or something. i haven't even checked it yet. i'm not dead though.
listening to "69 Love Songs," Magnetic Fields. i keep hearing the Smiths in absolutely everything i listen to these days...i'm probably not that far-off...i'd like to think i have a good catalog-brain for non-dominant music kinda stuff.
you can tell i haven't written in a while, hunh. actually i've been painting a lot, and having meaningful conversations a lot. i'm about as graceful as an ant-eater but i still can't get enough of it. chasing the mounds, colonies of words from other with my long anchovy tongue. i suck at talking. i've worked on making my voice better, the cigarettes helped, but it's more duncan hines than creme brulee. i hardly care, i'd rather sing until the last molecule of partially hydrogenated vegetable oil or whatever leeches away, stripped electrical wire, beyond more mixed metaphors until i'm this fire-creature that doesn't even consider...doesn't even.... *sweat* i'm not even sure if this belongs in a weblog, ye rapscallions. quip!
anyway. i'm going to look at crafty stuff in the park tomorrow with my barely-ambulatory mother. i can't wait until she gets the dang wheelchair...we've been waiting on the insurance company for months now. how can people look at a request for a wheelchair by a doctor for a patient and say, "naaahhhhhhh.....this ain't worded right." what???
yeah, so. i haven't done much else lately...i had a CAT scan on my stomach/pelvis today, speaking of insurance companies. piece o' cake! the worst part was drinking my "Berry Smoothie" barium. i drank 2 bottles of it and the lady there greeting me with another one. i felt like saying, "you drink it." but i did. i feel like i weigh a lot more...and boy, did it give me mad gas.
the test itself involved lying horizontal inside a large white donut. the table moved me in and out of the donut. i could see red stuff (jelly??) moving around inside the donut and then the donut spoke to me, telling me when to breathe and when not to. it was a male donut voice(which totally didn't fit the scenario at all..) and i could see my reflection in the glass above, my hands above my head, hair fanned out, supplicating, eyeing the little light that meant "radiation is on."
my mother was there, she had another MRI to add to her portfolio. we went out to a nice lunch it this neighborhood italian place, which was cool. i got this chicken with artichokes and asparagus in a champagne sauce....god, it sure beats barium.
i later managed to dodge a haunted hayride. i don't understand these sorts of things anymore, and i'm not sure i ever did. HAY? who wants to be in a bunch of hay? it's moldly, it smells, it's full of bugs, and there are fake zombies brandishing plastic axes, and vampires trying to grab your ass or something, and the boys are all trying to look unfazed, and the girls are either screaming and screaming, or they are brushing hay out of their hay, or swatting the ass-grabbing vampires...
truthfully i'd rather sit by myself these days. i can't believe i used to be such a party animal. (i did. not gross, but pretty wild. comes with the territory i guess...*licks chamelion skin*)
mundane, mundane. it's ok.
i'm off to the war
but you can be sure
i will know you're
what i'm fighting for
listening to "69 Love Songs," Magnetic Fields. i keep hearing the Smiths in absolutely everything i listen to these days...i'm probably not that far-off...i'd like to think i have a good catalog-brain for non-dominant music kinda stuff.
you can tell i haven't written in a while, hunh. actually i've been painting a lot, and having meaningful conversations a lot. i'm about as graceful as an ant-eater but i still can't get enough of it. chasing the mounds, colonies of words from other with my long anchovy tongue. i suck at talking. i've worked on making my voice better, the cigarettes helped, but it's more duncan hines than creme brulee. i hardly care, i'd rather sing until the last molecule of partially hydrogenated vegetable oil or whatever leeches away, stripped electrical wire, beyond more mixed metaphors until i'm this fire-creature that doesn't even consider...doesn't even.... *sweat* i'm not even sure if this belongs in a weblog, ye rapscallions. quip!
anyway. i'm going to look at crafty stuff in the park tomorrow with my barely-ambulatory mother. i can't wait until she gets the dang wheelchair...we've been waiting on the insurance company for months now. how can people look at a request for a wheelchair by a doctor for a patient and say, "naaahhhhhhh.....this ain't worded right." what???
yeah, so. i haven't done much else lately...i had a CAT scan on my stomach/pelvis today, speaking of insurance companies. piece o' cake! the worst part was drinking my "Berry Smoothie" barium. i drank 2 bottles of it and the lady there greeting me with another one. i felt like saying, "you drink it." but i did. i feel like i weigh a lot more...and boy, did it give me mad gas.
the test itself involved lying horizontal inside a large white donut. the table moved me in and out of the donut. i could see red stuff (jelly??) moving around inside the donut and then the donut spoke to me, telling me when to breathe and when not to. it was a male donut voice(which totally didn't fit the scenario at all..) and i could see my reflection in the glass above, my hands above my head, hair fanned out, supplicating, eyeing the little light that meant "radiation is on."
my mother was there, she had another MRI to add to her portfolio. we went out to a nice lunch it this neighborhood italian place, which was cool. i got this chicken with artichokes and asparagus in a champagne sauce....god, it sure beats barium.
i later managed to dodge a haunted hayride. i don't understand these sorts of things anymore, and i'm not sure i ever did. HAY? who wants to be in a bunch of hay? it's moldly, it smells, it's full of bugs, and there are fake zombies brandishing plastic axes, and vampires trying to grab your ass or something, and the boys are all trying to look unfazed, and the girls are either screaming and screaming, or they are brushing hay out of their hay, or swatting the ass-grabbing vampires...
truthfully i'd rather sit by myself these days. i can't believe i used to be such a party animal. (i did. not gross, but pretty wild. comes with the territory i guess...*licks chamelion skin*)
mundane, mundane. it's ok.
i'm off to the war
but you can be sure
i will know you're
what i'm fighting for
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