Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Consider this your warning: festering ooze ahead

Many of you have been following the saga of "The Festering Wound". For those of you who aren't familiar, I have had a mysterious lump on my leg since about March that will randomly decide to ooze. I have had numerous people look at it and tell me what they believe it to be; however, that has led me to receiving about 15 different diagnoses and treatment regimens. It became infected this past weekend and yesterday it was so painful and swollen/oozy that I could barely walk. I decided to go to Urgent Care.

So many of you have been following the Festering Wound story that I had to post a picture of it on the blog. Quite frankly, it has developed such a personality over time that it probably deserves a blog of its own. But I'm too lazy for that.

For those of you who are squeamish or are sick of hearing me talk about the Festering Wound, my apologies. I hope to be rid of it soon.

I took this picture last night around 9:00pm after the antibiotics kicked in and a lot of the swelling went down. The black circle drawn on my leg was the doctor's marking around where the redness had extended when I was being treated.

Coco, I dare you to recreate this.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Down time

The past few weeks have been nuts. I've been busy with choir, the fashion show, audits at work, and general debauchery when time allowed. Well, my constant running around finally caught up with me and I got sick. Poop.

I must admit that it's been really relaxing spending the last two nights doing absolutely nothing. As soon as I get home from work I put on my pajamas, put the kettle on for a cup of tea, wrap myself up in a blanket, and read. I always forget how much I love to read; unfortunately, the book I'm reading right now is most likely going to be an utter disappointment.

I do have to say, though, that I am extremely picky when it comes to fiction. It's not uncommon for me to yell at a book and hurl it across the room when I've finished reading it. I think this reaction is because it's very difficult for me to read a novel without feeling like the plot is completely manufactured and awkwardly presented to the reader to accept as reality. I struggle making that statement, though, because essentially a work of fiction is, by nature, fabricated so I shouldn't be so picky...but I am.

**I will also note that there is just as much terrible non-fiction out there, as well. I may be a pretentious book critic, but I am not a genre-snot.**

I was lent The Double Bind by Chris Bohjalian by the VP of my company when I told him how much I love The Great Gatsby, as it follows a made-up descendent of Tom and Daisy Buchanan. I warned him that I am overly critical of fiction, but he suggested I read it anyway. So far, I'm not impressed. Of course the main character is emotionally isolated because she was almost raped when she was 18. Of course the only person she can really "connect" with is her cousin with Downs Syndrome and the homeless people she works with. Of course the handsome upstairs neighbor is madly in love with her but unable to break down her walls. *sigh*

I will hold off making any more negative comments until after I have finished reading the whole novel.

On a positive note, scattered throughout the book are photographs that were taken in real life by a homeless man with schizophrenia which I think are really fantastic. I'd buy the book just to look at those photographs again.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Celebratory mini-post

One of my clients saved someone else's life on their lunch break by performing the Heimlich maneuver on them. This has nothing to do with me or my job but I'm super proud of him. I'm writing out a card that I'm going to mail him tomorrow.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Because I'm too lazy to post anything else now

Stranger Things Have Happened, NE Minneapolis

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Old treasures

I was going through old bookmarks today and I found this gem. It's a few years old but it still made me smile when I watched it again.


Friday, April 11, 2008

Milestone day!

My client with the foot fetish got his ID today! This is something that he has been trying to get since 1999. It's easy to forget how difficult it is to obtain government-issued anything when you no longer have a birth certificate, social security card, driver's license, or health insurance. Since I started working with him last August, I've been trying to figure out a way through the massive catch-22 and it was tedious, to say the least. But things are on the up and up now since he has the temporary ID and is just waiting for the real thing to come in the mail.

When I asked him what the first thing he was going to do once he got his ID was he told me, "Go to the nudie bars and get the fuck out of Minnesota."

Part of me wants to give him a couple singles to help celebrate.