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threeplusfire) wrote2010-12-17 10:07 am
still on the sofa
Trying to think of what to write about while recovering from surgery is hard. Most of my day is taken up with gross details of my flesh, and really we aren't old enough for that to be our general topic of conversation. In general though recovery is going very well. Far better than I imagined and significantly better than the gall bladder time. The pain is manageable, it gets easier to get up and down. Wearing pants is not yet feasible so I'm pretty unfit for outside company, plus I'm taking up the whole sofa. But so far so good.
Walking is easier in this ridiculous bow legged stance. I feel like a short, bloated cowboy every time I hobble off to the bathroom.
I had an idea last night, in the middle of the night. I think it might make my Yuletide story work. Now to do some research.
I'm making Mike watch Wild Palms with me. I love this insane, cracked out show. When it came out, my parents forbid me to watch it and I got in trouble for secretly watching it anyhow. Perhaps the reason I could never force myself to be interested in Lost was because I hate stories about plane crashes and I already feel like I have a lifetime's dose of mind fuck TV. Rhino beats polar bear! I think this also explains some of my aversion to palm trees. Anyhow, it made me miss the days when we imagined the future to be some mash up of Edwardian collars and Japanese and William Gibson.
Mike bought a ton of ginger altoids off Amazon. I'm so happy. I will try not to eat a whole box at once. Spicy!
Now time to watch more bad movies. Thank you Netflix streaming.
Walking is easier in this ridiculous bow legged stance. I feel like a short, bloated cowboy every time I hobble off to the bathroom.
I had an idea last night, in the middle of the night. I think it might make my Yuletide story work. Now to do some research.
I'm making Mike watch Wild Palms with me. I love this insane, cracked out show. When it came out, my parents forbid me to watch it and I got in trouble for secretly watching it anyhow. Perhaps the reason I could never force myself to be interested in Lost was because I hate stories about plane crashes and I already feel like I have a lifetime's dose of mind fuck TV. Rhino beats polar bear! I think this also explains some of my aversion to palm trees. Anyhow, it made me miss the days when we imagined the future to be some mash up of Edwardian collars and Japanese and William Gibson.
Mike bought a ton of ginger altoids off Amazon. I'm so happy. I will try not to eat a whole box at once. Spicy!
Now time to watch more bad movies. Thank you Netflix streaming.

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Did you know they come dipped in dark chocolate, too?
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I'm really obsessed now with finding some way to crush them up and possibly use them in a frosting.
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http://www.amazon.com/Altoids-Mints-Chocolate-Dipped-Ginger/dp/B000XYQV88
For baking, may I suggest something like this?
http://www.gingerpeople.com/crystallized-ginger/baker-s-cut.html
Not quite the same thing, of course, but lovely lovely gingery stuff!
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There's a place on Burnet called Pho Hoang. It's in a shopping center at the corner of Burnet and Rutland. Go there, have some pho with lots of spice. Then have a glass of gin & tonic. ( I suppose you can substitute whiskey or some other spirit, but I find gin the best. ) Take a hot shower and go to bed. Very good plague cure.
Pho Hoang may still only take cash but it is so so so worth it. They also have an avocado milkshake that is amazing. Not sweet and perfect for cooling burn of siracha sauce overdose.
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Or I was just going to be lazy and make myself some really spicy eggs. ;)
Your plan sounds tastier, though. I might see if Josh can help out his poor sickly lady. ;)
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I'm so sorry you're feeling icky, but that made me laugh, and think of this:
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Laughing hurts but oh man it was worth it. :D
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