I Swear I Had an Excuse...At One Point

Ok, so I know its only been like eleventy years since I last posted (or 3 months...one of the two).  But I was waiting to hear back on potential job news.  And waiting.  And waiting.  Anyone who knows all the details of our near-relocation to Albuquerque knows how badly we were burned there, and that we're trying to not do that again.  Every time I get some sort of inspiration to write about, I decided to wait a few more days and see how job stuff pans out.  Then I lost my inspiration. Rinse and repeat.

So am I writing today because I have news? Nope.  Of course not.  That'd be too awesome.

Actually, Hubby and I just got home from visiting my brother.  And his wife.  Only she wasn't when we got down there on Thursday.  His wife, that is. Yes, that's right.  My kid bro is now married.

There was  beautiful weather and everything was great. I'd post pictures, but there'd be no point, because I'd feel obligated to blur everything beyond recognition.

I think I had more inspiration earlier, but it's all left.  This is why I haven't posted in forever.  Also? Here's to hoping that I may have a real reason to post very soon.  Or I get my mojo back.  Either one.

This post is crap, and I know that, so I'm not even bothering to involve the editor.  Because he's already sleeping off the weekend.

This may be short. It hurts to talk.

Ok, chances are I lied. About this being short.  I don't know though.  Like usual, I've come to the conclusion that it's time to write a new post, but have yet to spend any real time thinking of clever things to write about.  As per usual.  This time I have an excuse though.  All of my funny was in my adenoids.  I swear.  Either that, or it's just a funny word.  heh.  Adenoids.  Oh, and it does hurt to talk.  Doesn't stop me though.  C'mon...are you really surprised?

To counteract my distinct lack of funny, I have been taking large quantities of opium mildly diluted morphine.  I think.  It tastes like puke but makes my whole body feel tingly.  I like.  It's also nice to actually have a reasonable explanation as to why my thoughts are disjointed at best, or (more likely) the deranged ravings of a lunatic.

Anyways, I had my surgery last Friday.  My plan was to be a man, suck it up, and go back to work Monday.  I realized that wasn't going to happen, so I planned on today.  But I still have an ouchey in my throat.  The biggest problem is that it hurts to swallow.  Imagine a really bad sore throat.  I've had that for 5 days now.  And it's been getting worse as the wounds heal.  And I haven't eaten anything solid since the surgery.  Honestly, if I still worked retail, I would have been back at work by Tuesday at the latest.  I just don't have the energy or the voice to deal with standing in front of a class for a whole day.  Even though I was called 15 times this morning (the latest was at 9:00am) I'm claiming that they miss me.  It's the only logical explanation.

I've been spending a lot of time watching netflix.  In fact, it's literally been my salvation.  Otherwise, I would have gone completely mad (or at least more so).  While I'm writing this, I'm multitasking. I'm also watching the first Superman movie.  Because I never got around to seeing it.  Hubby was incredulous until I pointed out the massive list of movies and music he had missed out on before me.  I'm also fighting an overwhelming desire to be unconscious.  Feel special that you are more important. Also, my friends have been invaluable for recommending 100s of hours worth of movies/tv shows for me to watch.  And watch I have been.

Last night, I went back and reread my blog.  Don't ask me why.  I don't even understand why you read it.  I realized that ever since Hubby did not get the job in Albuquerque, I have been promising that updates will be forthcoming.  I feel like I should finally go into some detail about why I've been blowing you off.

Hubby was originally supposed to finish up his PhD in December of 2009.  I was planning on pushing through my schooling so that I could finish then too.  Things got delayed, and he realized he wouldn't have graduated until May 2010.  So I relaxed my school schedule to accommodate.  Which I was more than happy to do.  Then, just before I began student teaching, he informed that - yet again - it was getting pushed back.  But, he swore to me that it would be no later than December.  And probably earlier than that.  Then the whole thing with Albuquerque broke.  And occupied about four months of our lives.  Only to fall through.  So imagine my surprise in October or so when Hubby told me that he would not be finishing before the end of the semester, but should be done by the beginning of the Spring semester.  By November, it had become the end of January.  By December, it was February or March.  Now? By the end of the semester ("at the latest").  This sounds like I'm calling shenanigans. For the record, I've never actually called it on someone.  And I kinda want to just to say that I have.  But I really do believe him.  Partially because I'm legally obligated to.  I think.  Maybe I should have read the fine print before agreeing to getting married.

Anyways, he's getting really close to finishing up his experimentation, and starting the hardcore writing push to get finished.  Which means that, once again, I get the task of nagging him about jobs.  That one I am legally obligated to.  I checked.  Of course my mom is the queen of nagging, so she may not have been the right person to ask, but I'm going with it.  Turns out, he has a guaranteed job here in State College, if he wants it.  And we've been assuming that it's a foregone conclusion that we'll be staying in the area.  BUT.  Hubby is continuing to keep his eyes and ears open for other opportunities.  And being the loving and caring practical husband, he knows enough to keep me happy when it comes to any relocation.  So basically, I just spent 2 paragraphs telling you that I'm not telling you about our future plans.  But I swear I will once I know what they are!

Anyways, I think I'm going to wrap it up here.  I need to disturb my editor at work, and possibly divide this into multiple posts (**drool**).  Of course, this may push back his graduation, but for your entertainment, it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.  Oh, and for lunch, I think I'm going to be risky and upgrade from Ramen.  Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup: here I come!!!

Just heard from the editor: It's fine, just more disjointed than usual.  Which he refuses to tell me if that's good or bad.  Apparently it's because there are so many short sentences. Or something.  Who cares. I'm posting anyways.  I'm sure there's a point in having an editor, but damned if I know what it is.

Reports of my Death have Been Greatly Exaggerated

Yes, I know. my last post had death in the title.  And I am aware that it is merely a bastardization of the Mark Twain quote.  Don't care.  However, a few people have acted excited concerned when I mentioned recently on various social media sites that doctors want to cut me open and sell me for parts.  For those in the know, my life has entered a new phase of the VERY long and ongoing series of illnesses I've had.

Apparently, when I was a baby, I got a lot of ear infections.  When I was a kid, I had a lot of strep throats.  When I was a teenager, I would get debilitating sinus infections.  When I was at Virginia Tech, I had the Winter of Seven Monos, where the doctors kept insisting that I had mono, despite what the blood tests said (turns out, I had pneumonia, strep, bronchitis, an ear infection and tonsillitis - but, alas, no mono).

I've always known that I snored.  After living with Hubby, I discovered I had sleep apnea as well.  To be fair, I didn't discover this.  He did.  When I stopped breathing in my sleep.  Repeatedly.  This summer has been so bad that he's given up trying to put up with me at night.  It all started in the beginning of the year while I was student teaching.  In fact, I mentioned it on here back in May.  Since then, I've had three seperate sinus infections and a case of strep.

I finally went to see a scalpel-jockey specialist, who took one look and decided it all had to go.  Apparently tonsils are not in fact supposed to obstruct the throat.  Or be gargled.  In fact apparently in adults, they're barely noticable because they shrink.  Also, adenoids - which have no function in adults - are supposed to shrink away.  Not block the back of my sinus.  There are two little things (that aren't important enough to be described as anything other than little things) that do something to regulate airflow.  Those are also huge.  And despite the fact that my nose has never been broken, I have a deviated septum akin to a UFC fighter.  I got a second opinion, and they also wanted to gut me.

However, my crazy insurance, that covers most medical expenses in full, doesn't cover nasal surgery. At all.  Apparently people get nose jobs and call it nasal surgery.  They also only cover up to 50% of a procedure if multiple procedures are done 'from the same incision'.  I'm not sure what that means, although it was explained to me that they don't like it when doctors take people's appendix's out because the only function they serve is to occasionally try to kill you.  Also, considering a call from the doctor 'later this afternoon' was 6 days later, I'm not sure how long the HMO's '10 business days' will be to get approval for the hack and slash.

I figure its a good way to lose weight, and Hubby has been desperate to make more clever frozen treats.

Also, this helps explain the blahs.  I've never looked into the effects of sleep apnea, but apparently you sleep very poorly and feel really tired a lot.  Which has been me.  So I got depressed because I was feeling blah, and I got blahs from being depressed.  Huh.  How about that.

Oh, and the day that I found out I needed surgery plus a week off of work was my first day back at my old job.  Not teaching.  Which is also depressing. But oh well.