Friday, January 12, 2007
My Silver Lined Neck Brace
News flash! My neck brace is back. My neck surgery was exactly one year ago Monday and I guess the universe sent me a friendly little reminder of this anniversary. Not sure what happened but I think I just over exhausted myself between my boozy trip to Vallarta and then coming home to immediately go skiing and snowboarding in Lake Tahoe, but Monday I was bending over the sink shaving and something back there went terribly wrong. So off to the doctor I went, getting old sucks.
The good news is that the doctor said he didn’t see anything wrong and was pretty sure I would feel better in a few days. He wrote me a few prescriptions for pain killers, muscle relaxers and a soft cervical collar (neck brace). I was happy to hear that it wasn’t anything serious as initially I was pretty freaked out and very worried that I might need emergency care. But was also feeling very down that I had to go back to the embarrassing life of living in my neck brace (the stares on the street and on the bus never stop) with the instructions of “no driving and no snowboarding for at least two weeks”. With my head hung low and in severe pain I headed off to Walgreens with my stack of prescriptions. After some help from the pharmacist I found the neck brace on isle 3, it was between the Kotex, Monistat 7 and control top pantyhose. I thought about getting the whole outfit but I already have so many clothes!
With the return of my neck brace it reminds me of other things that you think are gone for good and good riddance but seem to find their unwelcome way back into your life. Like your good friends on-again-off-again boyfriend that you hate, they just keep getting back together. You think that trash is long gone but they there they are, all the more pathetic than the last time you saw them. Or like when I take my Saab in for these strange mechanical issues, the dealership claims its all fixed but sure enough a few days later while driving home drunk from the club with my trick, the steering is malfunction and the horn starts to sound at a stoplight. This actually happened to me, how embarrassing! I don’t know what’s more high maintenance, my car or my friends boyfriends.
My faithful readers, I encourage us all to think of the silver lining for everything in life. It just so happens we are having record cold temperatures this week in San Francisco. Yes, it’s colder than it’s ever been – way below freezing! Thanks to my new neck brace, my neck is toasty warm. Here’s to us all finding our silver lining, if you cant find it, give me a call, I’ve got loads of time on my hands.
The good news is that the doctor said he didn’t see anything wrong and was pretty sure I would feel better in a few days. He wrote me a few prescriptions for pain killers, muscle relaxers and a soft cervical collar (neck brace). I was happy to hear that it wasn’t anything serious as initially I was pretty freaked out and very worried that I might need emergency care. But was also feeling very down that I had to go back to the embarrassing life of living in my neck brace (the stares on the street and on the bus never stop) with the instructions of “no driving and no snowboarding for at least two weeks”. With my head hung low and in severe pain I headed off to Walgreens with my stack of prescriptions. After some help from the pharmacist I found the neck brace on isle 3, it was between the Kotex, Monistat 7 and control top pantyhose. I thought about getting the whole outfit but I already have so many clothes!
With the return of my neck brace it reminds me of other things that you think are gone for good and good riddance but seem to find their unwelcome way back into your life. Like your good friends on-again-off-again boyfriend that you hate, they just keep getting back together. You think that trash is long gone but they there they are, all the more pathetic than the last time you saw them. Or like when I take my Saab in for these strange mechanical issues, the dealership claims its all fixed but sure enough a few days later while driving home drunk from the club with my trick, the steering is malfunction and the horn starts to sound at a stoplight. This actually happened to me, how embarrassing! I don’t know what’s more high maintenance, my car or my friends boyfriends.
My faithful readers, I encourage us all to think of the silver lining for everything in life. It just so happens we are having record cold temperatures this week in San Francisco. Yes, it’s colder than it’s ever been – way below freezing! Thanks to my new neck brace, my neck is toasty warm. Here’s to us all finding our silver lining, if you cant find it, give me a call, I’ve got loads of time on my hands.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Have you seen my crabs?
Today there is a story on the front page of Yahoo today about a man who was stung by a scorpion on a plane flight from Chicago to Vermont. This reminds me of my younger days and when I lost my crabs on a flight from Hawaii.
Growing up I wasn’t raised totally on the silver spoon but one of the values my parents did pass onto me was the importance of vacation. To this day if I don’t go on vacation once a month I think the sky might fall. Somewhat like that button they push on Lost, they aren’t sure what was going to happen if they didn’t push it, but I don’t want to find out what will happen if I don’t frequently travel for fun. Anyway, my folks had a condominium in a nice beach resort in Hawaii while I was growing up, so we went there quite frequently to escape cold winters on the weeks I wasn’t busy with my ski team and school. I remember waking up to the sounds of the tropical birds, my younger sister and I would spend our days playing in the pool, trying to crack coconuts with our heads and chasing sand crabs on the beach.
My sister and I would take the half gallon paper milk cartons with pictures of missing children on the side and use them as cages for our newly captured crab pets. The milk cartons worked out well as it would hold a fair amount of sand and we could fold them closed at the top. As our vacation came to an end we didn’t want to set our new crabs free and decided to take them home with us. I took my milk carton containing my new crabs on as my carry on item, I even put them through the x-ray machine and then placed them under the seat in front of me during our flight home. Mid flight I decided I had better check on my new friends only to find them missing from the milk carton. I crawled around on the floor of that plane looking for my crabs until the flight attendant insisted I get back into my seat to prepare for arrival. I still think about those crabs and wonder who might have found them and how their trip to the mainland turned out.
I think Yahoo news has completely missed out on the point of this scorpion on the plane. So what if some guy with bad hair got stung, he probably deserved it. Someone somewhere is missing their prize pet!
Growing up I wasn’t raised totally on the silver spoon but one of the values my parents did pass onto me was the importance of vacation. To this day if I don’t go on vacation once a month I think the sky might fall. Somewhat like that button they push on Lost, they aren’t sure what was going to happen if they didn’t push it, but I don’t want to find out what will happen if I don’t frequently travel for fun. Anyway, my folks had a condominium in a nice beach resort in Hawaii while I was growing up, so we went there quite frequently to escape cold winters on the weeks I wasn’t busy with my ski team and school. I remember waking up to the sounds of the tropical birds, my younger sister and I would spend our days playing in the pool, trying to crack coconuts with our heads and chasing sand crabs on the beach.
My sister and I would take the half gallon paper milk cartons with pictures of missing children on the side and use them as cages for our newly captured crab pets. The milk cartons worked out well as it would hold a fair amount of sand and we could fold them closed at the top. As our vacation came to an end we didn’t want to set our new crabs free and decided to take them home with us. I took my milk carton containing my new crabs on as my carry on item, I even put them through the x-ray machine and then placed them under the seat in front of me during our flight home. Mid flight I decided I had better check on my new friends only to find them missing from the milk carton. I crawled around on the floor of that plane looking for my crabs until the flight attendant insisted I get back into my seat to prepare for arrival. I still think about those crabs and wonder who might have found them and how their trip to the mainland turned out.
I think Yahoo news has completely missed out on the point of this scorpion on the plane. So what if some guy with bad hair got stung, he probably deserved it. Someone somewhere is missing their prize pet!
