Church versus Bar. Theyr'e really not that different.
I highly recommend you follow the link above, but then again I am an individual who is shy about my church community, and often feel safer among that environment found at "the bar" that the author discusses. Granted, the church tries to be the kind of community that hurt people need it to be, but often fails. Even some real successful churches fail where your home of "Cheers" succeeds. Take a look on a thought.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Spring Break Throat Zombies and other musings.
Post Tonsillectomy, Approximately Day 5. I'm writing this really early Wednesday Morning, or really late Tuesday night, depending on your definition of when a day begins or ends.
At the time when most of my peers in UMSL's art history department were beginning a voyage at the big apple or picking up more shifts at work, I reported to the hospital for the first of a few surgeries meant to make my life easier in the long run. In this case, it was the tonsillectomy--since all out sinus surgery was denied by my health insurance--and included in this one procedure was a straightening of an obnoxious deviated septum and the removal of what turned out to be ten nasal polyps from just my nose--since no other polyps were allowed by insurance to be touched. Trust me, this wasn't what I had in mind when dreaming about the savored middle-of-semester vacation, but better to have this done now when the work load is nill and then light near the end of this recovery process.
Going in, I'm not gonna lie, was terrifying. But I had never before truly been under the knife. But I was asleep through the process before being woken up in a fit of nausea and motion sickness. Apparently,dying my hair red updating my hair color a few days before the procedure worked out in my favor -of-more-anti-nausea-medication, since us, uh, melanin-deficient folk have sensitive constitutions, according to the nurse, that is.
Sleeping, you would think, would come easy, but it doesn't. Thanks to the saccharine-sick tasting pain killers they have me on, the pain stays manageable; I feel somewhat human save for this frog in my throat. But I have to set an alarm to wake myself up to take it every four hours, which makes me a paranoid bear not wanting to miss a dose. I've been learning these past few days to sleep in spurts of a few hours apiece, and to sleep sitting up. Only after a few days could I manage to watch tv, even via hulu.com on my laptop, since something---either my broken throat or the strong med--have led to feeling dizzy and motion sick after the slightest movement on screen. I do much better with books or with quiet conversation while both parties are sitting.
Food has been quite the adventure! I'm trying my best to consume as much liquid as I can, but even liquid hurts to swallow. The first few days I could only eat mush....and trust me it's so hard to feel full on mush, so I have been hungry. Things that go down easy include apple sauce, creamed soups, sherbets, and eventually mashed potatoes. I was excited to add scrambled eggs and pasta to the list the other day. Ice cream is hit or miss since dairy turns the stomach unless I'm feeling particularly well. And pudding, while creamy, is just tooo thick. I've been downing apple juice like crazy. Not only is it gentle, but it's different than water or flat soda, but its thick enough to mask the taste of my liquid painkiller. Today was a bit sad, since after a day and a half of semi-solid food, all I could tolerate was liquid again.
My family has been doing a fantastic job of caring for me. But, there's just something about having your mom around when you are at your lowest physically, though, that's incredibly regenerative on its own. My mom rocks like that though. And even my dad has been helpful--in the retrieval of re-fill meds and keeping me company. I've had a couple visitors thus far, too....mainly the fiance a few times and my friend Valerie. Not a large group, so I've spent a lot of time staring at the damned ceiling.
So, I've caught up on my Community, House, Castle, Grey's Anatomy, and Bones. And just this evening I watched Creation...the movie about Charles Darwin during the time he wrote Origin of Species. It was a pretty well-done movie actually, providing a human insight into the inner struggle of the man who changed much in the way of world-views in the west. The slow pace was a good thing in light of motion-sickness...
Since this is my art-faith blog, I could provide all of you an update as to my latest research regarding my senior project/thesis, and how I'm rewriting last semester's look at the art of Makoto Fujimura through the lens of "the Sublime" along the same vein as critics like Robert Rosenblum. Honestly, it's just hard to focus right now. Even though I have read quite a bit, I doubt I have retained, or will retain, any of it. And I'm trying not to push myself.....something much easier said than done. Sitting and doing nothing = much harder than working and reading and writing.
Well, that's all for now. I'm trying to keep it slow right now. As much as I want to jump back into life, I hear that I'm approaching a critical zone (between days 4 and 9) where anything could happen, and, well, I don't want to risk it.
At the time when most of my peers in UMSL's art history department were beginning a voyage at the big apple or picking up more shifts at work, I reported to the hospital for the first of a few surgeries meant to make my life easier in the long run. In this case, it was the tonsillectomy--since all out sinus surgery was denied by my health insurance--and included in this one procedure was a straightening of an obnoxious deviated septum and the removal of what turned out to be ten nasal polyps from just my nose--since no other polyps were allowed by insurance to be touched. Trust me, this wasn't what I had in mind when dreaming about the savored middle-of-semester vacation, but better to have this done now when the work load is nill and then light near the end of this recovery process.
Going in, I'm not gonna lie, was terrifying. But I had never before truly been under the knife. But I was asleep through the process before being woken up in a fit of nausea and motion sickness. Apparently,
Sleeping, you would think, would come easy, but it doesn't. Thanks to the saccharine-sick tasting pain killers they have me on, the pain stays manageable; I feel somewhat human save for this frog in my throat. But I have to set an alarm to wake myself up to take it every four hours, which makes me a paranoid bear not wanting to miss a dose. I've been learning these past few days to sleep in spurts of a few hours apiece, and to sleep sitting up. Only after a few days could I manage to watch tv, even via hulu.com on my laptop, since something---either my broken throat or the strong med--have led to feeling dizzy and motion sick after the slightest movement on screen. I do much better with books or with quiet conversation while both parties are sitting.
Food has been quite the adventure! I'm trying my best to consume as much liquid as I can, but even liquid hurts to swallow. The first few days I could only eat mush....and trust me it's so hard to feel full on mush, so I have been hungry. Things that go down easy include apple sauce, creamed soups, sherbets, and eventually mashed potatoes. I was excited to add scrambled eggs and pasta to the list the other day. Ice cream is hit or miss since dairy turns the stomach unless I'm feeling particularly well. And pudding, while creamy, is just tooo thick. I've been downing apple juice like crazy. Not only is it gentle, but it's different than water or flat soda, but its thick enough to mask the taste of my liquid painkiller. Today was a bit sad, since after a day and a half of semi-solid food, all I could tolerate was liquid again.
My family has been doing a fantastic job of caring for me. But, there's just something about having your mom around when you are at your lowest physically, though, that's incredibly regenerative on its own. My mom rocks like that though. And even my dad has been helpful--in the retrieval of re-fill meds and keeping me company. I've had a couple visitors thus far, too....mainly the fiance a few times and my friend Valerie. Not a large group, so I've spent a lot of time staring at the damned ceiling.
So, I've caught up on my Community, House, Castle, Grey's Anatomy, and Bones. And just this evening I watched Creation...the movie about Charles Darwin during the time he wrote Origin of Species. It was a pretty well-done movie actually, providing a human insight into the inner struggle of the man who changed much in the way of world-views in the west. The slow pace was a good thing in light of motion-sickness...
Since this is my art-faith blog, I could provide all of you an update as to my latest research regarding my senior project/thesis, and how I'm rewriting last semester's look at the art of Makoto Fujimura through the lens of "the Sublime" along the same vein as critics like Robert Rosenblum. Honestly, it's just hard to focus right now. Even though I have read quite a bit, I doubt I have retained, or will retain, any of it. And I'm trying not to push myself.....something much easier said than done. Sitting and doing nothing = much harder than working and reading and writing.
Well, that's all for now. I'm trying to keep it slow right now. As much as I want to jump back into life, I hear that I'm approaching a critical zone (between days 4 and 9) where anything could happen, and, well, I don't want to risk it.
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