26 posts tagged “all about me”
Do you ever get those intense mini-crushes on people? Like, for 10 minutes you're staring at them thinking that they are one of the most awesome people you've ever seen? It happens to me quite often. (Luckily, it rarely lasts longer than 10 minutes or so.) I got one last week at bridge. Walked in and there was a young (read: under 40) guy there, chatting with one of my friends. He was just my type: dark hair, glasses, looked bookish. So I stared at him for a while and fantasized about him falling in love with me, and me having to cruelly reject him, but not after I'd run the gamut of overwrought melodramatic pseudo-emotions. As you do. After a while he wandered up and said "oh, you must be [gaspode], I'm D." And I realised that he was the person I'd been emailing with about playing sometime*. So he wasn't mysterious anymore and I promptly lost my crush. But it was a fun few minutes.
*this happens a lot in bridge -- names get passed on and you make contact with people without really knowing who they are
So I got a big annoying tube stuffed down my gullet yesterday. Not the most fun way to spend an afternoon in the Bronx, but hey, fun is overrated. Anyway, why was I doing this instead of making daisy chains in Central Park? Well, the usual kind of reasons for an upper-GI endoscopy: I have had acid reflux and annoying ulcer-like pains for about 6 or 7 years now. I'm H. pylori negative, though, so I've never been on antibiotics (nor would I want to be with no good reason, but don't get me started on that rant), and I tend to just dose up on zantac and sleep on an extra pillow when I get pains in my innards.
ANYWAY after another nasty episode a few weeks ago, I took myself off to my internist and then to a GI doc and that led up to yesterday with them having a look-see. Happily, there was no Barrett's oesophagus (which predisposes you to oesophageal cancer) and nothing much in the stomach, except for a bit of redness. But day-um, it was weird getting the sedation. Particularly because they positioned me before they sedated me, so I was lying there on my side with a thing strapped in my mouth to hold it open (oh how I had to resist the ball-gag jokes!) and the GI doc standing in front of me holding the endoscope (awash with lube), practically tapping her foot in impatience. Freaky shit, yo. Now, I've had general anesthesia before, so I've had propofol, but only in combination with other anesthetics. Getting it alone was weird, because when you wake up you feel perfectly normal. I was out of there 15 minutes after opening my eyes. Very different to the slow, druggy comeback from general.
And of course because I had a sore throat last night I got to have therapeutic soup, milkshakes and ice cream. So it was a good day after all.
This is how I know I'm getting older:
People chewing gum annoy me. Particularly - oh how this pisses me off - young women at weddings, all dressed up, chew chew chewing, like a damned cow.
My back hurts.
I need to write everything down, in case I forget stuff.
I don't understand why people are interested in reality TV "stars".
I want to scrub the makeup off young girls' faces, and pull up young boys' pants.
The OB-GYN fellows that I work with, who are on call delivering babies and suchlike all the time, are younger than me.
People have stopped asking me "how old?" when they find out it's my birthday, because all of a sudden, they might be pushing sensitive buttons.
People have stopped joking that it must be my 18th birthday (although I still look young, IMO).
After a few beers last night, the thought of doing so again tonight makes me feel tired.
Well, I've already posted this on facebook and flickr, so I can't imagine anyone new will be seeing this, but just for posterity here is my new tattoo:
It was done at New York Adorned warning: music in the East Village.
So I finally got my New York State driver's license. I'd been rocking the Maryland one for a while, mainly because it had a really good picture of me on it. (Downside: the MD license lists your weight.) Also, you have to take an eye test to get a new license, and I knew I would need corrective lenses, and as I said the other week, I only just got around to getting glasses.
Anyway, thank goodness my friend J. told me about the DMV express on 34th St. Forty five minutes in and out, wham bam I got my license. It was so quick, I felt violated. Not the usual soul sucking 4 hour DMV experience we have all come to know and love. I took a book and three magazines with me to read and didn't even get to finish the last 50 pages of my book!
And what a blessed event the eye test was. I could read every line. I wanted to volunteer to read more! ("You want I should do line eleven? Because I totally can.") But now, for the first time, I have a restriction on my driver's license. And of course I had to get my license photo taken with my glasses on. It's a shitty photo. Of course. Farewell Maryland license: I loved you so.
(Oh, and here's what I look like with 'em!)
It's kind of depressing now, I guess, that whenever anything like this happens in the city, I (and a whole host of others) immediately think "terrorism". Even just for a split second, until rational thought kicks back in. It was like when Cory Lidle crashed his plane into the side of a building; when you're at work and all you hear is "there's been a plane crash into a building" it's a license for your imagination to go crazy. (Particularly when the crash is a couple of blocks from mr. gaspode's workplace). I don't like it. I don't like that my mind is now programmed to go straight there.
Actual conversation between mr. gaspode and I last night, as we were walking from the citysol festival to our local bar:
mr. g: wake me up when we get to heaven*
me: let me sleep if we go to hell*
mr. g: we're totally going to our local
me: yes
mr. g: are you going to get a febreeze?**
me: yes
mr. g: farts
no, he didn't fart, he just said it. I dunno. He's a weirdo.
* Les Savy Fav lyrics (song = the sweat descends)
** What he calls a seabreeze, my favourite cocktail
I got my first ever pair of glasses today. I guess I'll post pictures soon.
You know how sometimes you're just having a blah day, not necessarily a shitty terrible day, just mediocre, and you look forward to some minor thing that will make it a little brighter? And then that little thing doesn't turn out like you want it to? And your reaction is waaaaay over the top considering the level of disappointment you might be experiencing? No? Just me then? Huh.
Anyway. Today I was ridiculously tired after moving and unpacking all weekend. I had a meeting all morning, and was looking forward to lunchtime, when I would go and buy my sandwich (turkey, muenster, coleslaw and pickle on whole wheat) and eat it in the nice quiet lunchroom, and read my novel.
So I go buy my sandwich. I'm very tired. I order it. I walk back to work and go into the lunchroom. Annoyance number 1! Mr-loud-eater-man is in the lunchroom. I don't think I've mentioned him before; I kept meaning to write a thing about him but forgot. He eats very very loudly and sucks his gums. And flosses. In the room. Gah! So I sighed and sat down, resigning myself to a 10 minute lunch because any longer than that in the same room as him makes me want to gag. Opening up my sandwich I see a telltale smear of bright yellow. Fuck! I forgot to say "muenster cheese" and just said "muenster". It's a trap for young players that I usually avoid. My accent combined with the fact that the deli guys don't speak english that well = mustard instead of muenster. Did I mention I hate mustard? Gross.
For reals, I was so tired and pissed off that I nearly burst into tears. But I smeared off the mustard, ate it super quickly, while listening to loud-eater-man slurping and snorfling, chugged my diet coke and went back to work.
Sigh.
I don't know how often I'll be updating in the next few weeks. Work is horrendously busy, and we just found out we have to find a new apartment in, oh, 3 weeks (housing from mr. gaspode's new hospital fell through). So more important things than this.
Any NYers reading this? Know of any available 1 BD apartments, upper east side-ish area?
/gaspode
