Mine have been swollen and painful since June, making it difficult to swallow, sing, and sometimes talk. The only bigger pain in the ass is getting them taken out, which I had done today. The surgery itself was a breeze, but the recovery is already hurting like crazy, and from what I understand it’s likely to get worse.
I seriously don’t know how I would get along without Jennie. Even though I’m at my parents’ house, and they could easily take care of me, she’s here, helping nurse me back to health. Even right now, she’s laying on the bed next to me, reading, while I type away at my iBook, ready to jump up and get me anything I ask for. She’s wonderful.
On the job front, things look bleak, and might get bleaker now because of the attack on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I guess I could always go enlist… on second thought, why don’t I wait until they threaten to draft me? I guess I’m not much of a patriot, huh? I even have a hard time getting on board with the rah-rah flag waving while we’re still burying the dead. Maybe I’m strange that way.