Oh hey, it’s August.
July was fully centered on surgery and recovery and staring blankly at various points in front of me because I didn’t have the energy for much else. Aside from whining about it on Twitter. I did A LOT of whining about it on Twitter.
Nothing new there.
1.) I may or may not write a lengthy post about septoplasty and bilateral turbinate reduction. I have plenty to say, but…effort. In short, things are still sore if I bump my nose—which is often gaddammit—and I can’t put full pressure behind blowing my nose. But I can breathe clearly and I have no idea how to handle this much oxygen at one time. I am genuinely shocked that I have finally had success with an expensive medical venture. The insurance statements are rolling in and oh my god that’s a lot of dollars, but I won’t have to pay for all of it—just most of it—because I hit my asinine deductible.
2.) I’ve been trying to drink Kombucha. I say trying because it smells like beer, tastes less offensive, and burns the hell out of my stomach. Also it’s ridiculously expensive for a 12-15oz bottle of bacteria. But fermented foodstuffs are rumored to help anxiety. (Mostly social anxiety, but anxiety nonetheless.) Normally I’m highly skeptical of all this current day EVERYTHING THAT IS NOT 100% NATURAL IS EVIL AND GOING TO KILL YOU screeching, but I get a little experimental when it comes to managing my plethora of mental ailments because I’m a glutton for punishment, but I’m not [currently] willing to go back and play the Let’s Try This One Next! game with medication. Again.
3.) We went to my sister’s for Ellie’s birthday last weekend. My baby is 14 and starting high school this year. She’s become a video game and anime geek and Auntie Sara is so proud. But still. HIGH SCHOOL!? (Noah’s going to be in 11th grade and Hunter is starting college. STOP GROWING UP ON ME.)
4.) I’ve been on a Splender and Toad the Wet Sprocket kick recently. Because I like my music at least old enough to drive, apparently. Listening to Toad really makes me miss 90’s alternative. And watching those Splender videos looks like James Cruz has barely aged in damn near 20 years. WHAT THE HELL, JAMES? (Seriously, how old is he? We saw him play with Gavin DeGraw and I would have guessed he was younger than me, but Splender formed in 1990, which would likely put him at least mid-40’s and he has to have some sort of youth serum.) (Also, I had no idea he was even in Splender until recently and I’m still inexplicably boggled I didn’t know this. I’d almost go as far as saying I was shook. But I’m thirty-seven years old, so no. I wasn’t a hardcore Splender fan by any means. Mostly I remember Waymon Boone and his platinum blonde hair. But still. What the hell, James?) Maybe it’s bass players. Benj Gershman hasn’t aged in the history of O.A.R. either. Then again, none of those guys seem to have aged much. What the hell, boys?
This is my brain and welcome to it.
5.) I feel like this fortune cookie is a metaphor for something…
As I sit here beating my head against the wall over potential changes in a story project.