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|Saturday, September 19th, 2015|
|Skidmore! (Or Tuesday through Friday)
I need to catch up before SPX officially starts, or I'll never remember everything. But it's late here, and I fear that will impede my ability to write completely and coherently, but here goes.
I picked Scott up at the airport on Tuesday and we drove the scenic route to our hotel, stopping at Noodles and Company, because we really do love it.
I had decided I needed to dye my hair, but failed to Wednesday night due to exhaustion, even though I had no good reason.
On Wednesday we drove to Saratoga Springs where Scott's next talk was. We got there with enough time for me to dye my hair before we were meeting people for dinner! Go me!
Dinner was at a nice restaurant with our host, her son, and two other professors. All three professors used Scott's book in classes that they taught, and I loved hearing stories of their teaching experiences!
The next morning we were met up with one of the retired professors who took us on a tour of the city. Saratoga Springs is known for its race track and its water (which is supposed to have medicinal properties), but it should be known for its parks; they are many and beautiful. And there are fountains all over for you to taste the water. I did not love the taste of the water (which tasted different depending on what place you were getting it from), though it was cool that it was naturally carbonated!
After our tour, it was on to Skidmore (the college Scott was talking at) to meet for lunch. Again our host, Catherine, and her son Emmet were there, this time joined by two other students and a friend of Emmet's. It was fun hearing about some of the classes we'd talked about the night before, from the perspective of the students taking the class!
After lunch we were given a tour of the Special Collection Room. I could've stayed there all day. They have some pretty amazing books there. I've never seen books like that. They were art objects first, something to read second. So beautiful. And then there were the books of photos from the beginning of the 1900s of the Apache people. I can't tell you how much I envy Wendy the librarian who curates the collection. If I had her job, I'd get nothing done, I'd be too busy exploring all the books.
After our time in the Library, Wendy drove us back to the hotel so we could rest up for a half hour or so. She came back to get us, and brought her dog, Honeybear, who I hit it off with instantly. We are now fond fast friends. At the school, Scott did a tech check, and I called my mom. My friend Mel (my roommate from my Syracuse days) and her husband David came out to see the talk. I was so glad they came. The talk went very well, and Scott had added things since the last time I'd seen it, which is fun for me!
After the talk there was a signing and then a huge dinner in a museum. We were at Table Number One, which meant we were sitting between the head of the college and the benefactors of the talk. I worry in situations like that that I won't have anything to say, but we spent much of the night talking about travel, so I had lots to offer! It was a great night, and Scott and I were both sad that we needed to rush off the next day.
Which we did. Except that we delayed long enough to get some pastry at a bakery everyone told us we had to try. They were right. There's this pastry called a Brittany that was highly recommended. It was amazing. Like a honey croissant. So. Good.
That was this morning. We spent the rest of today driving to Bethesda Maryland, which is where we are now.
SPX officially starts tomorrow, but we've already bumped into many people we know. I'll do a write up of it on Monday. If you're here this weekend, find me and say hi!!
Otherwise, I'll be back Monday.
|Tuesday, September 15th, 2015|
|Saturday the 12th Through Tuesday the 15th
Remember how great Friday was? Well Saturday was another stellar day!
Alice has a gig on Saturday mornings, so we got up early (for us, anyway) and headed over. Alice is a sign language interpreter. Have I mentioned that? It was not appropriate for me to be there, so I hung out in the car. We were a block from a bakery and also a convenience store. I got me a gruyere croissant, and a scone for Alice and sat in the car and waited. It is because of this that I was able to do the blog post I posted yesterday. I wrote much of it while sitting in the car. When it got too hot, I got me a soda. The 90 minutes went by super fast.
From there, we drove to Rhode Island. We went to one of my favorite places; Roger Williams Park. I love the whole park, but this time we only went to the zoo. And like every place I've gone back to on this trip, the zoo looked totally different than I remembered. We did a huge amount of walking but it was so worth it. As usual, I talked to a few of the zoo people, and found out interesting things. One of the best moments was when I was trying to get a zoo guy's attention to ask about one of the animals. I don't remember its name but I'd not heard of it before. (I was eventually told it was a member of the civet family, but it didn't look at all like one). I was competing with another family for the guy's attention. They won. They had a young boy (middle school age?) who loved otters and was sad he couldn't see them in their cage (which was across from the cool looking civet relative). The zoo attendant called the two otters, and they appeared out of nowhere, ready to frolic. The boy was carrying around a stuffed otter and was told that the otters are fascinated by the toys so we all watched as members of the family played dolls with the otters (on opposite sides of the glass, of course). It was beyond adorable.
My favorite animals are the tamarins. They only had two (the other ones they'd had got old and are now gone) one was a cotton top and the other a golden lion. I have always maintained that they are the cutest animals in the world, but in the cage with one of them was three pigmy marmosets, and they might've stolen the title. They were so tiny and adorable. Tamarins and marmosets are in the same family, so the pigmy marmosets look like mini tamarins. I wish I could show you a picture, but I'm sure if you googled it you would see them and instantly fall in love.
We stayed at the zoo until it closed. At that point, we both needed to sit for a bit. Since it was time for dinner, that worked out well. Alice had picked dinner on Friday night, which meant I had to pick on Saturday. We went a little bit in the wrong direction to go to a Cracker Barrel! I know it's not everyone's favorite, but I love it. We'd not eaten much during the day so we both chose to have breakfast. Our waitress was a sweetheart, and the food, as always was delicious. When I eat breakfast there, I always get the same thing: eggs in a basket. With bacon, hash brown casserole, and diet Dr Pepper. It reminds me of my dad. It was my favorite thing he cooked (we called it "eggs-in-bread" but it's exactly the same). CB is the only place I get it other than when I make it myself. And, they always give you a real maple syrup, if you ask, to put on my bacon (which is WHY I get the bacon)!
Yeah. I enjoyed my meal. I think Alice did too, so my choice was okay!
After food, it was off to Providence, which was the reason we were in RI to begin with. We went to see WaterFire. Have you heard of it? Several nights a year, Providence sets its rivers on fire. When I first heard about this from my sister, years ago, I pictured them putting something in the water that turned the rivers flammable and lit them, making a river of fire. But that's not it at all. Instead, what happens is they have a line of braziers in the middle of the river. Well, three rivers, actually, it's where they meet. It's very hard to describe, but beautiful to see. Alice took a few pics (my camera still won't let me). Here's one of the circle of fire which was my favorite place.
Here's one of the fish sailing on the water (actually on poles on canoes and kayaks).
Pictures don't do it justice. It's an art piece really. There were people dancing with fire, drummers, a beautiful soundtrack (which I think changes each time?). The boats with volunteers adding logs to the fires was my favorite. If I lived close, I'd so volunteer to do that!
We hung out there for a few hours, then it was back to Boston. Fairly late. We stayed up even later talking.
So much so, that we slept late on Sunday. Sunday was a lovely rainy day. We went back to the place that we failed to have breakfast at a few days earlier, and since it was the weekend, we got breakfast! We were also entertained by the people sitting next to us who had very strong opinions about superhero movies (and their writers and directors). I was proud of myself for not interrupting them. They were loud enough that I DID play Figure Out Their Life Story (warning: that's what happens when you're very loud in a restaurant).
After our delicious French toast, it was back to Alice's for more media and conversation. Our conversations are far more varied and interesting than the guys who'd been sitting next to us. We have the kind of talks that keep you thinking days later: politics, gender issues, sexuality, life, the list goes on. I feel energized for days after these.
Monday was more sedate. Alice worked all day, and the cleaners were in her apartment cleaning, so I hung out in her sunroom writing the first half of this post. I also got laundry done (yay laundry).
In the late afternoon, I went into Boston (I drove to the T and trained in, first time I'd driven my car since I'd gotten to Alice's!) I met up with a friend at Max Brenner's. I'd not been before. It's a chocolate place that also serves food. I ate way too much. I think the desert I had was meant for two, but I finished most of it myself (Waffles, with dark chocolate, cherries, choco pops, whipped cream, chocolate ice cream, and ganache sauce. I had it without the pistachios. Huge, expensive, delicious.
After dinner and dessert, we went back to her place and hung out for a bit, getting filled in on our lives. She had awesome pics of a recent party that had baby animals visiting for everyone to play with. Omg, so cute.
Returning to Alice's was very bittersweet. Last night was our last night together. We stayed up late talking even though we were both exhausted and Alice needed to get up early in the morning. We just didn't want to say goodbye. Finally, we got to a point where neither of us could keep our eyes open, so we said goodnight and goodbye. :-(
This morning Alice got up early, and I said a sleepy goodbye, then went back to sleep. It was very late before I forced myself up. I repacked, got everything into the car and drove to the airport. After arriving I left to find a Dunkin' Donuts and finally get some breakfast (late lunch?).
After eating I found my way to the airport's cell lot. It says there's a 30min maximum wait time, but I've been here over an hour already, and still have about an hour to go (I mixed up Scott's arrival time in my head). So that's where I am, right now. Waiting for Scott.
I have no internet here, so when we get someplace that I do, I'll proof and post this. Sorry for the length. But at least I'm now caught up!
|Sunday, September 13th, 2015|
|Our Friday Was Awesome
Most of this post was written on Saturday, though I finished it on Sunday. Thought I'd let you know,because I left the date references confusing:
I was going to wait a few days before writing my next post, but yesterday was pretty awesome so I wanted to write about it.
We started the day in typical Alice/Ivy mode. We've been joking that due to a clear lack of testosterone we can never decide anything. And this was no different. We finally decided to get a late breakfast at a place Alice knew about. We'd figured out what we wanted, then found out we were too late for breakfast and needed to order lunch. A little sad since I'd had my eye on the brioche French toast, but I enjoyed the sandwich I wound up with instead.
So there's this thing I do. I don't realize I do it until someone points it out to me, and then I notice that I do it all the time. I talk to people. All the time. My mom doesn't understand why people always remember me, I always say it's the purple hair, but really, that's probably only half of it. For example, when our waitress came to take our order, she was the third one to talk to us. We mentioned this to her (we just thought it an amusing observation) and she kinda scowled at us. So I told her I liked her necklace (I did, it was lovely), and she stopped scowling at us. Later I found out it was her birthday, got to meet her daughter and husband (by accident, but I did get introduced). It was great. We all felt better when Alice and I left, than when we first encountered her. It's what I do. It's not calculated or fake, I just like people, and I like talking to them. (The other day we got sandwiches at a Subway like place and I chatted with our sandwich maker for so long it almost felt like he was flirting with me, which is ridiculous as I'm old enough to be his mom!)
Anyway, after "brunch" we went back to Alice's to try and figure out what we should do with the rest of our day. This took a long time. We are bad at this. Really. Eventually, we came up with the idea of a boat ride. With more research, we decided to go on a sunset cruise on a schooner type sail boat. I can't tell you how happy I am that this is what we decided to do!
First, we took the T into town (Boston's transit line, for those confused. In other worlds, the subway). The first train was a breeze, but the second was a bit harrowing. Turns out rush hour in the city, on a train, when short and carrying a cane, can be scary. We couldn't get on the first train because it was too crowded. We waited for the second one, I got on but Alice almost didn't! I got pushed way into the car, so getting off at the next stop was equally difficult. I had visions of us getting separated and winding up at different stations having no idea how to find each other. Luckily, that didn't happen. Once we were safely out of the station we wandered around the city for a bit. Watched the seals at the aquarium, watched people on the docks.
And then came the boat ride. The boat was beautiful. The sunset was short, but awesome. It was so much fun. We'd read some reviews, that were unfavorable because the reviewer was upset they weren't getting a guided tour, and more upset that the captain asked for tips for the crew at the end, because he felt they didn't do anything to deserve it.
That guy was not me. We were asked to help hoist the sails, so I did! I'm sure I was of no actual help (many people were helping), but I did get a free soda out of it! But then came the even better part. I asked questions. So many questions. I talked to a few people, but I think it was the captain that I talked to the most. They use the boat as a hostel! (Cheapest rooms in Boston, so we are told!) and they do cruises in the Bahamas during the winter. And people can book a cruise for any portion of their trip on the way from Boston down to the Bahamas!! It takes a week to get from Boston to New York! Omg, I wish I could do this. They sail in a race when they get to hmm, I think it was the Virginias. Arg! This is so cool! If you help out (you don't have to if you're a paid passenger) you can be included in the watch schedule. It's four hours on, eight hours off. I would do this in a heartbeat!
I found out lots of other things as well. Like I said, I had an awesome time. I think Alice went along more for my sake then hers, but in the end enjoyed it as much as I did!
After the boat ride we took a walk on the park that now exists due to the Big Dig. It's beautiful. And there is a new art installation that was just amazing. It's like a giant spider web attached to two or three buildings, lit up in a way that I can't describe other than to say it was beautiful. The story behind it was told on plaques in the park. It was clear that only a local who lived through The Big Dig, could have designed and explained it in such away. I tried to take a picture, but my phone is doing that thing where it thinks it's too full to take any pics, despite me deleting a bunch. Very frustrating. It means there's things I can't show you. But really, this should be seen, not described, so really, you should go to Boston, walk on the Rose Kennedy Greenway near South Station, and look up. Worth it.
Alice's phone DOES work, it turns out she took a photo, so here it is, curtesy Alice:
This gives you an idea of what it's like. It changes colors, and it's scale doesn't come through in a photo, really needs to be seen!
Our train ride home was much less fraught.
Alice picked dinner (as I've mentioned before, we are bad at this, so this is a big thing) at a sushi place since it was Friday (which I'd totally forgotten by then). It was a strange tiny place with not terribly expensive and very good food.
Back at the house, we kept up our nautical theme by watching The Pirates! Band of Misfits, which I'd loved in the theatre, but despite the early hour (for us) I couldn't stay awake. Neither could Alice. It made good material for a fever dream. We crashed at about midnight (since we'd been staying up until three or four in the morning, this was pretty early.)
Like I said, awesome day.
Most of this post was written on Saturday, but I just finished it on Sunday. Yesterday (Saturday) was an equally awesome day, but this is long enough. Tomorrow (Monday) I will write up Saturday's and today's events. Something to look forward to!
|Friday, September 11th, 2015|
|Labor Day Weekend, And Beyond
My break wound up longer than I'd intended. Sorry..
Keeping up with my trip down Syracuse memory lane, I'm into my "Hanging Out With Alice" portion of the trip. I met Alice my first week at SU. We became best of friends and have stayed that way ever since then.
Hanging with Alice so far has meant a lot of late nights up talking, watching hella movies, eating Dunkin' Donuts, some alone time, dining experiments, and so far, one museum day. In other words, awesome times!
Today I'm in a library while Alice is at a meeting. This has turned out to not be quite as good an idea as I'd initially thought. THERE ARE NO COMFY CHAIRS HERE! I am spoiled by my library at home that has couches and comfy chairs and lots of them. I keep moving around here trying to find someplace to sit that doesn't hurt my back. I've just settled in the corner on the floor. Hopefully I won't get in trouble, and will be able to stand again.
Instead of telling you everything we've been doing in the last several days, I'll just hit the highlights.
The biggest of those was going to The Museum of Science, or as it's known by people in the know, MOS. I worked there for several years, so going back is always bittersweet. Things change. A lot. We got there kinda late (we stopped at the ORIGINAL Dunkin Donuts for breakfast, first). The plan was to spend an hour at the Pixar special exhibit (why we were there) then an hour in the museum proper, then it would be time for our Omni show. This is not what happened. The Pixar exhibit was too much fun. We totally lost track of time and only left because we realized that we were about to miss our Omni show. I can't recommend this exhibit enough. If you're in the area: GO. SEE IT!
The Omni movie was about whales and was very interesting. Coming out of the theatre I watched the projectionist work for a bit. That's what I used to do (projectionist, not watching the projectionist). I'd started as an Omni usher, and eventually switched to projecting. Everything is different now. There were things there that I didn't recognize at all. Some I could figure out, some I could not. But the thing that freaked me out the most, was realizing that the projectionist working there might not have been born yet, when I last worked there. Talk about feeling old!
Much of the rest of my time in Boston has been spent reading (read a great book), or watching movies. We've been introducing each other to our favorite movies and TV shows. It's exactly what you'd expect me to be doing. Some great stuff.
The above was written on Wednesday. Thursday was a massive movie day. We saw two movies in the theater, and two at home.
We've been talking well into the night, so when we say goodnight to each other I'm too tired to write, in the morning, by the time I'm coherent, we're off doing things. In other words, writing has become difficult. Because of this, I'm not sure when I'll post again. Scott is CA. He's talking today at Porterville College, and tomorrow at Mill Valley Library. If either are near you, you should go! He joins me again on Tuesday. I expect I'll have more time and more interesting things to post then. Alice and I have big plans for tomorrow. If we succeed, I'll try and write them up asap.
I'm more sleep than awake right now. So I'll attempt to proof and post this. Let me know if you catch any mistakes. I'm too tired to do a good job, but I'm so late, I just wanna get this up...
|Wednesday, September 2nd, 2015|
|Wednesday! September 2nd!
Let's see, big excitement for today was changing hotels. We have moved a few miles closer to the airport. That's because Scott flies back to CA tomorrow morning. I'm staying in the Boston area and playing with friends. Or invading their lives, depending on how you look at it.
We hung out in the morning hotel as long as we could, then we went to a mall (I had to mail something very important, and the mall was next door to the post office). We ate lunch, managed to buy me a new steering wheel cover—since the one I had was falling apart, and spent time in The Container Store, since it looked like a place we needed to explore.
Then we moved into this hotel. I spent much of my time talking to Winter, which was much fun (and my mom, who called while Windy and I were talking).
Then we went to Kowloon's for dinner. It's hard to describe Kowloon's. It's one of those places. It's huge and ridiculous. It's a Chinese restaurant. The food's pretty good. We ordered only one dish and an appetizer for the two of us, and had leftovers of both.
Since it was our last night together for a while, it was decided that ice cream should be had again. We really loved the place Scott's mom took us to last night, so, we found it again and went there. Once we had our ice cream, we hung out watching people play mini-golf. We are an old married couple. This is our idea of fun.
Then I had to take my life in my hands once again, and drive us back to our hotel. It is a rather harrowing experience. We made it back safely. As this was not guaranteed, I was pretty proud of myself.
Back in the room I started writing this. As I've been writing, a very loud fight broke out in the hall. We had to call the front desk. It sounded bad. Someone came up to deal with it, and it has now gone quiet.
Which brings me to now. Tomorrow I will be sans Scott. Adventures await!
|Tuesday, September 1st, 2015|
|It's Tuesday! September 1st!
Today was laundry day. But, believe it or not, that was not the most exciting thing we did today! The most exciting thing today was going to visit Scott's mom, Pat. She lives in this wonderful senior community, and these days we tend to visit her there. Today, however, she wanted to go out. So we picked her up and drove a ways away to a lovely restaurant on the water. Good food, beautiful view.
Pat is 92 (Scott says she's turning 93 this month, but he's gotten the years wrong before, so I'm not positive). I was at her 90th birthday party, and it was two (or three?) years ago, so I know she's at least 92. Thing is, I would never have believed she was that old if I didn't actually know it. She's a bit slower these days, and words sometimes get lost, but wow. I hope I'm that sharp when I hit 70 (if I make it that far)!
She did an amazing job of directing me through a very roundabout route to the restaurant, and then back again a totally different route. I was impressed. Then we went to an ice cream parlor and had delicious ice cream with portions so big I only ate half (I saved the other half for later).
From ice cream, it was back to Pat's place. She had Scott sign the copy of The Sculptor that she had donated to the community's library, then we hung out in her apartment and chatted and looked at very old pictures of the family. They were really old pictures, some of Scott young, but then there were pictures of the family before Scott was born (he's the youngest of four), and even pics of Scott's dad as a baby! Pretty amazing.
I remembered to rescue my ice cream from Pat's freezer before we left, though it was all melted by the time we got back to our hotel. :-(
Back at the hotel, ennui set in, and Scott and I did little more than play games on our devices. Eventually, we did laundry. And found out the hotel was serving basically a free dinner, so we ate! After the food I ate my melted and refrozen ice cream. Very weird, but still delicious.
Then I wrote a blog post. This one, in fact. Which catches you up on today's events.
|Monday, August 31st, 2015|
|Monday! End of August
Look! It's Monday, and I'm posting about Monday! Go me!
This morning we woke early and drove to almost Boston, where Kurt Busiek happened to be for a few more hours, which we spent together eating brunch. I have known Kurt exactly as long as I've known Scott (having met them together at Syracuse, it really has been a trip all about SU).
It's always good to catch up with Kurt. We don't see him nearly enough these days. And Scott finally got him a copy of The Sculptor (Kurt was one of his kibitzers).
After a lovely few hours with Kurt, we had time to kill before our room in the next hotel would be ready. In a spur of the moment decision, we decided to go to the deCordova (a museum with a 30 acre sculpture garden and a several floor museum.
We spent more time in than out since it was way too hot out. The museum had an exhibit about walking art, which was fascinating. A whole lot to think about. I love art that makes you think.
We did walk a bit in the sculpture garden. There was a piece by Sol LeWitt! A few days ago, I'd never heard of him. Now I'm obsessed! Here's a picture of me (with sunglasses and my cane) standing in front of his sculpture:
And here's a picture of my favorite sculpture. It's by Richard Rosenblum, and it's called Venusvine. It's made out of bronze not vines! I kept calling it "I Am Groot," it made me happy.
After the museum, we checked into our hotel and just hung out for a bit. I got to talk to Winter about her first day of classes (stressful) and her roommate (awesome). It was good.
On our way to the hotel we had passed a Noodles & Company, which is a restaurant that Scott and I love, so we decided to go there for dinner. When we got there we discovered that it was still being built! No food there! But we had passed Jordan's Furniture, a Boston institution, that we hadn't been to in decades. We knew they had to have some kind of food (picture IKEA on crack), so we decided to go there. They had a Fuddruckers! I love Fuddruckers! We ate there, then wandered around the furniture until they kicked us out. It made up for Noodles & Company not being there!
All in all, a great day. Except for the fact that I just realized Monday is laundry day, and today was Monday, and I didn't do laundry. And I'd thought about it, but for some reason I thought tomorrow was laundry day. Aren't you looking forward to tomorrow's post now?
|Sunday, August 30th, 2015|
|All The Days I Missed
Yeah, I know. I've been pretty absent lately. I blame it on the internet, or lack thereof? Sort of?
I believe my last post was on Wednesday. So let's start on Thursday. For the sake of brevity, let's not do a detailed day-by-day.
Thursday and Friday were all about Winter and Syracuse (Winter, our daughter, not the season, even though the season is what most people associate with Syracuse). Scott had his last game of Settlers of Catan with Winter and her new roommate and a friend of said roommate's. And Scott and I spent a lot of time wandering the campus (much of it with some guy who was also an alumni moving his son in). We visited all the theatres we used to show movies in. It was a bit melancholic for me. It was very much another time and place.
There was also a convocation welcoming the new students. We watched. It was my very first time in the dome. Weird. There was a picnic bbq on the quad that Scott and I went to, but Winter didn't. Which was just wrong, but, whatever.
Friday we got to campus early to go to a parent meeting for parents of first year education majors. I'm glad we went. Winter had meetings at the same time and much later. We were supposed to be off-campus by noon, but by noon we'd still not seen our daughter to say goodbye! So we cheated and took her out to lunch, showed her a few things on campus, said goodbye, and left.
I think Scott and I were both feeling off kilter from the last few days so we just drove around for a bit. We passed my old dorm (Winter is now living in Scott's old dorm), then found the nearby cemetery that we used to hang out in and wandered there for awhile. Then we left Syracuse.
It didn't feel the same as when we dropped her at SF State. Back then, we knew we weren't going to be that far away (except when we were traveling, but then we were away from everyone); like if she needed rescuing, I could drive there in about six hours, or fly in 30min (with flights about every hour). But now she's out of reach. When we get back home it's a five day drive of a five hour flight (if one can be gotten). Even though, right now I'm sitting maybe 3 or 4 hours away, she feels like this time she's really gone. I've been sad today. I texted her early, and she let me know that she was too busy to deal with me until Friday!
Anyway, our SU portion of the trip ended with more SU reminiscing. Friday, after the cemetery, we drove to my friend and ex-SU roommate, Mel's! She was the very first person I met when first moved in to Syracuse, and was one of the best roommates I've ever had. She and her husband David live in the most amazing house. David was a stumpy at SU (meaning a forestry student), so he's uniquely qualified to build his own house. And Mel taught Home Ec for years and years, so the fact that she made an amazing dinner was not really a surprise, but amazing nonetheless! I am in awe of the two of them. They can do so many things I can't even dream of. And their daughter is a sweetheart. After dinner we got to see pics of a recent vacation. It was a great evening.
And since they put us up for the night, the morning was also filled with amazing food and great conversation. I can't imagine a better way to end our trip to New York.
From their house, it was on to Mass MOCA. We'd been hear about it for ages (they'd called Scott for advice when it was still in the planning stages), but this was our first visit. It's in North Adams, which is not close to anything, in an old factory. We both loved it. I think my favorite might have been the Sol LeWitt exhibition. It was on three different floors, and it was mind boggling. I could've spent hours staring at any given piece (I DID spend a huge amount of time). Here's a tiny part of one of the brighter colored pieces:
And here's the birds that I think I might've seen before, but they're really cool, and Scott and I found the secret place to watch them (not sure who the artist is):
From the museum we went to our secret hotel where we spent last night and are about to spend tonight. Our dinner at Friendly's was marred by them no longer carrying Scott's favorite ice cream. :-(
Today was all about sleeping late. Then seeing Ricki And The Flash. I enjoyed the movie. Scott and I argued about it afterwards. It's not perfect, but mostly fun. I wish they didn't feel the need to sing every song in its entirety. I would've preferred if we only had to listen to a verse or so. And it felt unexplained in many ways. The best part might've been the older woman who took our tickets. She informed us that it was one of the best movies ever, and "yes, she really IS playing guitar and, yes, that Is her daughter." I loved how she didn't feel the need to tell us that Meryl was also singing.
After the movie it was a lazy day here at the hotel. Dinner at Boston Market, then back to the room to work on this post. I took time out of writing so we could watch People Places Things, which we both enjoyed. I'd write more about it but I want to post this so I can get to bed. Maybe I'll talk more about in tomorrow's post.
And I PROMISE there WILL be one!
|Thursday, August 27th, 2015|
So yesterday was Move-Winter-Into-Syracuse Day! When we got back to the hotel we were exhausted, and I couldn't get the internet to work, so I decided to write this today instead. I'm sorry.
Anyway, yesterday started with us all getting up rather late. I think we needed the sleep, and since there wasn't free breakfast ending early, it seemed the thing to do.
The two things that had to happen were: Winter needed her meds, and our "move in" time was 2pm (to 5). So, a trip to CVS and a quick breakfast, and poof! We were ready to move in!
But it was noon. We'd made it to SU, but we now had two hours to kill. Winter decided that she needed ice cream. I'm not sure what this was all about, but it became an obsession. We went many places on a fruitless search. Finally, we went to yet another CVS and a pint was acquired. At this point we were close enough to 2:00pm that we got on line (a car line) to wait for our chance to unload. This was the time Winter needed to pick up keys and such, so ice cream was eaten very fast!
The actual move-in went very smoothly, and took barely any time. And her new roommate is adorable and has much in common with Winter. I think this one's a winner.
Here's a picture of her new most prized possession and a shot of it hung in it's place of pride in her new room, room first:
...and the prized possession up close:
After moving her in, we all went to get dinner at the dining hall closest to her. It's a pretty awesome dining hall. She was really impressed. I get the feeling she'll eat more food here then she did at San Francisco State. This makes me happy.
Eventually we went back to our hotel and to bed.
|Tuesday, August 25th, 2015|
I've decided to stop counting days, mostly because I was getting too confused. Today is Tuesday.
This morning, we slept in and I had ice cream for breakfast. It had been melted and refrozen and was delicious. I've been noticing that I eat really badly when we're on the road. Not good for my weight, but very tasty.
In attempts to find my favorite donuts to add to the bad food I've been eating, we went searching for a Dunkin' Donuts that actually made them (my favorite are the "Chocolate Kreme"—yes, that's the correct spelling). In our search, we wound up not far from the first home I remember. It was our apartment in Irvington. I lived there until I was in third grade. We went to the apartment and met the woman who now lives there! I was tempted to ask her if we could look inside, but figured it would be too tacky, so I didn't. But we had a nice conversation.
That was about it for excitement. We drove to our next hotel, which took about four hours. I DID eventually get my Chocolate Kreme donut at a service plaza. It was very good. Very.
On the trip, we got to hear the two episodes of Mystery Show that we hadn't heard yet. They were just as great as the other four. (Did I tell you that because of the second episode we learned that Britney Spears lives in our neighborhood and goes to our mall? We had no idea!)
For dinner we had food delivered to our room so we didn't even go out, just spent time together (with Scott and Winter playing yet another game of Settlers of Catan!)
When we booked this trip, all the hotels near SU were sold out, so we're about 45 minutes away. Tomorrow we move Winter into her dorm, which was the reason for this first part of the trip. Tonight's our last night all together for awhile. Sky even called, so it was almost like having the whole family together. I will miss Winter terribly. I'm glad we got to spend time together this summer and this trip. I predict tomorrow will be rather emotional.
|Monday, August 24th, 2015|
|Days 8&9 Sunday & Monday
Sunday was all about Winter and me (as far as I was concerned). Windy and I got up early, ate a quick breakfast and walked to our third, and last, theatre of the weekend. We weren't as far up in the line as we'd hoped, but we weren't too bad (about 10th in line?). Winter was exhausted so she slept on my lap for a bit while I wrote part of Saturday's blog post.
We were waiting for rush ($35!) tickets for Something Rotten. Neither of us had high hopes for the show, but Christian Borle is in it (he won a Tony this year for his performance). We love Christian Borle. Scott and I had seen him in Spamalot, and despite a cast full of actors we adore, he was our favorite in that play, even though we had no idea who he was at the time. We found out who he was when we saw him in the televised production of Legally Blonde where we adored him again. So we've been following his career. Winter really wanted to see him. More than she wanted to see the show. We were worried he wouldn't be at our performance, but he was. Yay!
When we finally got our tickets, we got seats in the first row, on the side.
After getting the tickets, we had time to kill. I chose not to walk us back to the hotel (where Scott had checked us out and was dealing with email in the lobby instead of joining us). Instead, we found a bench, sat, and played Broadway quizzes on Winter's phone. We are very good at them.
Then it was time for the show. It was a lot of fun. Not really a great play, but the actors were all wonderful. And the show references so many other musicals (most of which were in the quizzes we'd been doing right before) that Winter and I had a great time. I don't know that I can unreservedly recommend the show, but we were glad we saw it.
After the show we walked back to our hotel for the last time, picked up Scott and our car and drove to Elmsford. Getting out of NYC was much easier than getting in had been (it being Sunday)!
After checking into the new hotel, we drove off to Tarrytown, right near where Scott used to live, to meet up with Scott's editor Mark and his lovely wife Siena for dinner. The food was great and the company better. Wonderful end to the day.
When we got back to the room we were so tired we went right to sleep.
I was gonna do another post about today, but all we did today was go to two malls in White Plains to eat in their food courts. It was ridiculous. One for lunch, the other for dinner, with us going to a laundromat in between to do laundry. Not an exciting day to write about. Many games of Settlers were played. I wrote a lot.
I am now caught up. Tomorrow night (hopefully) I will post about tomorrow.
|Day Seven—Saturday NYC and Broadway
I promised today would be more interesting, and boy was I right!
We all got up very early this morning, ate a very quick breakfast, and walked to the Ethel Barrymore Theatre where The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night was playing. Scott went first 'cause he's faster than Winter and I. Despite being there way before we were told to be there, we were still fifth in line. We had fun hanging out, waiting for the few hours until the box office opened. When it did, there were two lines, one for evening and one for the matinee. We got on the matinee line, and were now second! Needless to say, we got the seats we'd hoped to get; not perfect (slightly obstructed) but good.
(The above was written last night, I was too tired to finish—you'll understand why at the end—so I'm finishing this now while in line for today's show.)
After getting our tickets, it was a walk back to the hotel. The hotel was about 12 short blocks and two long ones away. This means it feels stupid to cab it, but it's still a sizable walk. At the hotel, I crashed for a bit while Scott and Winter played yet another game of Settlers.
When it was time, we walked back to the theatre (I brought my cane, walking was taking its toll). There was a thing with the handicapped bathroom, which led me to walking down lots of stairs (long story). Our seats were in one of the the boxes, and since no one showed up for the seats next to us we were able to move to much less obstructed views!
The show was just as amazing and awesome in NYC as it had been in London. So very good. I HIGHLY recommend it! The set and spectacle make the show worth it, alone. But the play itself is haunting. Beautiful.
After the show, it was yet another walk to the hotel. We stopped at Macy's for dinner, then back to our room. Scott, sweet man that he is, decided I'd done enough walking and decided we'd get to theatre number two by cab. There was some tension as I wanted to leave asap since I needed to pick up tickets. We got a cab fairly quickly, but traffic was ridiculous. We finally got to a street fair that closed off the road we were on. We got out of the cab and ran the last nine blocks. We made it in time, but not as early as I'd wanted. But there was enough time for me to go to the bathroom (important in a show that has no intermission). On the other hand, boy was I hurting by this point.
Fun Home is a wonderful show. The music is great and the story and cast are amazing. I've read the book, and was impressed with how they turned it into a play. Winter declared it her favorite show ever! I'm not sure if it's my absolute favorite, but it's very high up there. I'd see it again in a heartbeat. I know I just said this about Curious Incident, but really, if you get a chance to see it, GO!!
While waiting for the show to start, Winter and Scott argued about whether more of the audience had or had not read Alison Bechdel's graphic novel, so we did an informal survey of the people seated near us. Several had read the book, and several had no idea that it was based on something. More had read the book than Scott had predicted, so Winter won that argument. Though we all agree it was a flawed survey for many reasons.
After the show I went to buy a t-shirt. While I was on line, the actors who played the two younger Alisons and one of the brothers were hanging out in the lobby. Winter got to talk to them, and Scott took this wonderful picture.
I was busy buying my shirt so I had to watch from afar, but I did get to tell them how awesome they were as we were leaving.
You would think our night was over then, but you would be wrong! It was back to the hotel where Scott and Winter played yet another game of Settlers of Catan. Oy. (As I write this, now on Monday, they are playing yet again)
Then at about eleven thirtyish, Scott and I walked yet again to Times Square to see an almost midnight art installation thingy that took over many of the big vid screens in the square. It was cool, but not as cool as I'd hoped? We did get soft serve ice cream at a truck, and that was cool (in more ways than one, haha).
We got to walk, yet again, back to the hotel where we just crashed. Hence this being so late.
Gonna post this (finally) then write up Sunday's post and post it later today. My post for today (Monday) will hopefully go up late tonight, but I expect it will be short.
|Saturday, August 22nd, 2015|
|Day Six- Friday NYC!
We made it! Well, to NYC anyway. I wish I had some awesome stories to tell, but most of today was spent driving. Let's see... Big event on the drive was when our flat tire idiot light went on. We were far from anywhere. It took a bit before there was an exit. When it came, there was no gas station. We had to go another ten miles with the light still on. The next exit had two gas stations! Neither of which had air pumps. But we did get out to at least look at the tires to see if any looked low. They didn't. When I started the car again the light blinked a few times then went off and stayed off. When stopped to get gas ten or so miles later, I didn't even bother to check the air (even though that station actually HAD air!).
That, and the hour and a half it took to drive the last three miles of our journey, were it for excitement.
Until we got to our hotel. I pulled up in front of the hotel, Scott brought some of our bags in and found out where I should park. While I was waiting in the car for him to find out, a cab pulled in behind me leaving me almost no room to get out. I figured he'd just pull out when his fares left and I could back out. But he didn't. It was like he was waiting for me, even though he had left me only about four inches between us! When I realized he wasn't gonna move, and the guy in the BMW in front of me was also waiting on me, I started inching back. The cabbie tried to assist by helpfully getting out of his cab, walking over to me and yelling at me for being a terrible driver. Which I'm not. I'm an excellent driver, so I told him he was full of it. There was yelling, and cursing, and a guy across the street who joined in (on my side). It was pretty awesome! It ended with my cheering section (the guy across the street) saying "Fuck yeah!" So I think I won. Winter admitted she would've cried if someone yelled at her like that. I said he was a jerk, so it didn't bother me at all. And the guy egging me on was great.
All in all it felt like a resounding "Welcome to New York!"
After we parked and got our room, we walked to two of the theatres that we are hoping to rush for tickets in the next two days. Then it was a touristy diner for dinner, and back to our room. Scott is already asleep (we plan on waking very early tomorrow to try to get tickets). I'm going to join him as soon as I post this.
Tomorrow will be much more interesting! In the meantime, here's the only picture I took today. It's the view from our hotel window:
|Thursday, August 20th, 2015|
|Day Five- Thursday
We are in Pennsylvania! Just barely, but still....
I've always considered Pennsylvania to be part of the east coast, so it feels like we've arrived. Technically, we have just under four hundred miles to get to NYC, but that's a pretty easy drive for tomorrow. We might even get in early enough to do something fun in the city!
Obviously, we lost another hour when we hit Eastern Time Zone, but that means tomorrow is all in one time zone. Yay.
Um. Today was particularly uneventful. I didn't even manage to take any pictures. We only stopped at service plazas since much of the day was on toll roads. The most exciting thing was discovering a new Podcast. Thanks to Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! We listened to an episode that had Starlee Kine as the guest. She was there (in part) to plug her new podcast Mystery Show. Which turns out to be rather awesome and one of the few things we all enjoy listening to. We listened to the first three (of six) episodes already! I expect we'll finish them tomorrow. Highly recommended!!
(The other Scott, Ivy, and Winter-approved podcasts, for those interested, are: Worst Bestsellers, Ask Me Another, and the aforementioned Wait Wait...)
Yeah. That's about it for excitement. Scott and Winter are playing YET ANOTHER game of Settlers of Catan. And I'm typing. I tell you, the fun never ends!
Tomorrow = NYC. Which promises to be much more interesting. And I'll make sure to get pics!
|Wednesday, August 19th, 2015|
|Day Four- Wednesday
So proud of us! We actually got up fairly early today, and drove about 600 miles! Not fantastic, but our best day so far. We haven't been stopping much, except for gas, caffeine, and an occasional rest stop break, so not much excitement. I took all of two pictures today, the first at a rest stop because the impending rain clouds were pretty (the rain never really caught up with us):
And the second was at dinner, because Yay! Cracker Barrel! And Winter! (And dinner!)
Yesterday afternoon our weather turned cooler and has continued that way all day today. At one point it was almost even cold (in the 50°s!). So that's been nice.
We stopped early today and as I type this, Scott and Winter are playing yet another game of Settlers of Catan (they played several during the drive as well). Wish I liked the game more, but they're having fun.
On my last post a friend asked what this trip was about, so for those that don't know, I figured I should explain. Scott and I are taking Winter to Syracuse where she will be starting school in a week or so. She's a transfer student coming in as a junior. She's thrilled to be going there for several reasons; Scott and I both went there (it's where we met), she fell in love with the campus when we were on tour, and, most importantly, she can take classes in education as well as math. It's all win win win for Winter!
On our way there we are going to spend a few days in NYC to see some plays (we have tickets to Fun Home already)!
After we drop Winter at SU, we'll be in Boston for a bit, then Scott goes to CA for some gigs, and then comes back to me in Boston. Then there's a gig at Skidmore in NY, SPX in Maryland, up to UW in Milwaukee, and lastly (probably) Middlebury College, VT, then back home. That's the part that's definite. Things might get added? We'll see...
Right now we're in Moline, Illinois. I think that means we have less than a thousand miles to get to NYC. So, go me! Looks like we'll make it to NYC by Friday, easy!
|Tuesday, August 18th, 2015|
|Day Three- Tuesday
Today was not much better than yesterday in that we started a bit earlier, but by the time we got gas and stuff, and we finally got on the road it was about 11am. Again, we drove about 500 miles.
We are spending tonight in North Platte, Nebraska.
This means we drove through Colorado today, which is probably the prettiest views of the trip. We even stopped for a half hour in Vale, which my favorite place we pass. I've never been (and still really haven't as we barely saw a thing) but I did take a few pictures, and since it was the most exciting thing we did today, here they are:
This was the view from the bench Winter and I hung out on while Scott attempted and failed to find me a Diet Dr Pepper (the air was too thin for me to do too much walking).
Other excitement for today: we lost yet another hour. It is now 11pm (central time). Scott's in bed and I'm about to go take a bath. The beds in this hotel are very high (like 3 feet up!), so we've been making jokes about the altitude, which is doubly funny since the actual altitude has bothering all of us all day.
Um. This trip is not all that interesting so far. Hopefully we'll do something fun soon?
|Monday, August 17th, 2015|
|Day Two- Monday
We started today far too late. By the time we got on the road it was already 11:30! Oy. Not a great start. We managed to do about 500 miles, which is not wonderful, but since we also lost an hour (we are now in Mountain Time), I'm not gonna be too hard on myself.
Today we drove from Vegas to Grand Junction, CO. Which means we drove through the desert and into the canyons. The second half of today's drive had spectacular scenery.
Scott and Winter played two games of Settlers of Catan, trying out both of Winter's new travel sets (yes, she has two different ones, they were birthday presents, it's a very long complicated story). They unanimously chose the newest edition as best.
That, actually, is about all there is to say about today. Hopefully tomorrow will be more interesting?
Maybe we'll start early, then stop early enough that I'm less tired when I write tomorrow's post. It could happen. Maybe?
|Our Journey to Syracuse, Day One- Sunday
(Okay, I wrote this last night and this morning, but I just got internet, so I'm posting it now. Next I'm going to write up today's adventures and post them when I'm done...)
We decided to start our trip on Sunday instead of Monday. I got a TripTik on Friday (from AAA) and looking at the mileage we figured the extra day would come in handy.
Our first stop was to meet up with Bryan K (of Avatar/Korra fame) for lunch. It was pretty awesome. We really like him and hope we'll get to see more of him. He gave Winter a present that she declared "Made my life" (it was, among other things, a sketch made just for her)!
After our wonderful lunch, we got on the road. I have discovered that driving for more than an hour does indeed make my back feel worse and that stopping to walk around when it's 115° doesn't actually help.
Because we started fairly late, and because I made us stop more than usual, we didn't get very far. We drove about 300 miles today, but then that's 300 miles less for the rest of the trip to drive, so go me!
And we are spending the night in Las Vegas, so that's fun. Well, except for the fact that all we've seen so far is our hotel. Once we were all checked in we were too tired to do much more than get food and head back to our room. It's almost midnight. I don't have Internet, so I'll finish this in the morning and post when I can.
Morning! This has been a pretty much useless trip to Vegas, but Scott and I had a lovely breakfast at a buffet this morning (Winter slept in). Now I need to ice my back, then get us back on the road. We are not starting out super early, so we'll see how much I can make up.
(Note: for the duration of the trip I'm not really on Twitter. I should see things directed at me, and I'll be checking comments on my blog and answering them at night...)
|Wednesday, August 12th, 2015|
|The Next Journey is About to Begin!
It's been awhile. Summer is hard. Just keeping up with Twitter seems to take up all my time. But we're about to hit the road again, so I decided it was important to update.
ComicCon was much fun. I did get a wheelchair which was very weird. I did not love it. There were some advantages, and I know it was probably a good thing, but I hated being at the mercy of others to get me places.
On the other hand, both of our kids were there and mostly in good moods. I was really sad when Sky had to leave, having both girls there was my favorite part of con this year. That, and the meals. This year all our meals were fairly small with awesome people.
There are stories and good times, and maybe someday I'll do a full report, but not today.
Right now I'm sitting in the Toyota dealer getting my car up to travel condition. On Monday, Scott and I are driving Winter to Syracuse! I figure we'll take the northern route to hopefully get some cooler weather.
For a long time Scott wasn't sure if he was going to come with us, but my physical therapist put the fear of death (mine) in him, and he decided it would be best if he came. I've had another epidural since the last time I wrote. My PT says I should be taking breaks to walk around every hour. It means it'll take longer to drive cross-country, but it's better for me? Anyway, she's explained to me how I can easily relapse and how the epidurals help but don't cure. So Scott's my security blanket. Gonna take my cane just in case as well.
Like I said, we leave on Monday, and I've decided to go back to daily blogging at that point. So, starting Monday night I'll post something every night for the whole trip (I get back early October). So look for those.
Because of that, I will probably be less likely to keep up with Twitter. I'll try, but spending the day driving and the night writing makes it difficult, so...
Meanwhile, friends of ours in the SoCal area, note: this Friday will be the last Game Night of the summer. We'll return again in October, but that's a long way away. So if you've always wanted to check it out, or are a regular but haven't been in awhile, or just want to wish Winter luck as she heads off on her new adventure, please come! And if you want pizza or sushi let me know by 6:15 on Friday (and if you do want food, don't forget to bring money to cover it)!
Wish us luck, I can't believe all we have to do before we go. With officially less than a week left. Oy! But we'll do it! We bought tickets for Fun Home, so we have to make it to NYC by Friday the 21st so we can see the show the next day. Some things are very important.
'Til Monday. Happy week!
(For the record, I wrote this yesterday, but I wanted Scott to proof it before I posted. Hence the delay. I will not let this happen when we're on the road...)
|Thursday, June 25th, 2015|
|A Story About a Back
I've been silent for a while. If you follow me on Twitter then you know what's been up, or this might all be new to you.
Either way, let me tell you a story. (Warning: This got very long, and delves into TMI territory. You've been warned)
The first memory I have concerning my back was when I was a little kid. I was at the doctor's and he had me stand with my back to the wall. He informed me that I had a mild case of scoliosis, in other words; a curved spine. He told me that if I wanted to fix it it would be considered elective surgery as the only reason to fix it was cosmetic. He also told me that it might give me problems if I ever decided to get pregnant, but since I was a kid at the time that seemed like a far-off concern. That was the only time in my life anyone's ever told me my spine's curved. I have no idea if it's true. But I remember it very clearly, I know it happened.
Back problems for me are like an old friend. I have snapshots in my head, memories of pain. I remember at college, riding the bus to the health center, standing all the way because it hurt more to sit. I remember showing up at dance class feeling fine thanks to meds, and being kicked out because it's dangerous to dance if you can't feel pain. That's the time I was given codeine and had a terrible reaction to it, leading a nursing student to diagnose my allergy to it.
There was Sky's birth. I was in back labor (she was what they call "sunny side up", which means her head was facing forward instead of back). It was incredibly painful. I had Scott punch me in the back with each contraction. I was all black and blue by the time she was born. And since the doctor didn't believe that I was in back labor (he claimed I just didn't know how painful labor was), he didn't do anything to help. I wound up with a C-section. Despite my relatively high pain threshold, I seemed to be a lot more miserable than others I know who wound up with sections. Not sure if that, once again, had to do with my back.
I remember when the girls were in elementary school and we had a field trip to Barnes and Noble. Mark Crilley was doing a signing, and our (very awesome) school decided it was worth taking the kids to it. I remember sitting with my back against a post in agony and frustration (it's when we first met Mark and got to hang with him for a bit, but it was marred for me by pain).
There are many other moments, but the most recent one (before this month), was when I woke in the middle of the night worried that my lungs had collapsed. I was in bed and I couldn't catch my breath. I was starting to panic. I tweeted, and was admonished by my followers for not waking up Scott and getting to the hospital. So I did. We went to emergency where they did a bunch of tests and diagnosed it as a back problem, not a lung problem, gave me some pain meds, and sent me home. I think that was the time my mom and sister showed up to steal my dog, since I was bedridden and couldn't walk him (I have an awesome family).
Mostly, what they all have in common is a memory of pain. Lots and lots of pain.
Which brings us to this last time.
On Friday (May 29th), we brought back Game Night. It was awesome. Lots of people came, lots of food was eaten, lots of games were played. A great night. I also started a puzzle. This is important, maybe; I don't know. I just know that when I woke up my back hurt. But there was stuff to do. There was laundry. Scott flew to NYC, which meant I drove to LAX and back two days in a row. Stuff. There was other stuff. I don't remember what anymore. I just remember that I hurt. As you can gather from up above, this is not new to me. I hurt, but not bad enough to do anything other than whine periodically that I hurt. No one (including myself) paid much attention.
On Thursday, things changed. Thursday I think I hurt more? Maybe I was just tired of hurting. I don't know. But. I remembered that I'd been given pain meds when I'd last gone to emergency and it occurred to me that this would be a good time to take them. So I did. And I slept. The whole morning. When I woke I got up to go to the bathroom. Sat down on the toilet and almost passed out from the pain. I managed to throw some water on my hands (good hygiene: so important) (couldn't even turn around to flush, though), and ping-pong back to my room (hitting the walls on either side of me). I only got as far as the floor of the bedroom, right inside the door. I was laying on my stomach, my legs had my shoes under them. I was in pain AND uncomfortable. I yelled for Winter. She thought my mom had called her, Mom said it must've been the TV. I was crying. I yelled again. Winter came up stairs. Got the shoes out from under my legs and phoned Scott at his studio. He came right home. It's about a 15/20min drive, so while we were waiting, Winter and Mom kept me company and got scared.
When Scott arrived he helped me get up so that he could drive me to the emergency room. We got as far as the stairs. I sat down and tried to scoot down them. I only got down one and I couldn't move again without massive pain. I was stuck. Scott called 911. They got here amazingly fast.
They had a chair that they got me into. And from there to the ambulance. I was in my nightgown. It was weird. I took my very first ride in an ambulance. When I looked out the window I could see Scott, Mom and Winter following in our car. It was surreal.
In the hospital I got seen pretty quickly. Except there was another ambulance bringing someone in at the same time and they kept thinking I was her. She had a fall and they were worried about concussion. No one was too worried about me.
They brought me in for a CAT scan and scanned my head. I told them they needed to do my back so they did that too (they later apologized for the first scan and told me it was a mistake that I wouldn't need to pay for. Oy). I don't think they found anything in my back, either.
They gave me heavy duty pain meds (the kind they're afraid you'll get addicted to) which only touched the surface of my pain. They wanted a urine sample, but I couldn't do it, they had to catheterize me to get it.
It was decided I was spending the night under observation. At some point an MRI was done. I was in too much pain to remember when.
At 9somethingPM I realized I'd not eaten any food since the day before. They got me a sandwich (and some other stuff, but I only managed to eat the sandwich).
Eventually I was put in a room (a single! That's all they have these days) and people went home (Scott might've brought Mom and Windy home at some point and then came back? I don't remember).
Friday morning I had THE BEST NURSE. I think she saved me. The doctor assigned to me decided there was nothing wrong with me. His cure: I should go home, lay in bed and loose weight, and I'd be fine. He was ready to release me. THE BEST NURSE thought this was crazy. I was in too much pain to even stand. She called the doctor. When he said he thought I should go home she looked at me and made a "what, is he crazy?" face. She told him I was a fall risk and not safe to go home to a house with stairs. Then she asked if he'd scheduled a specialist. He said no. She rolled her eyes at the phone and told him I'd specifically requested it (I hadn't. I'd assumed one would see me). Like I said, she saved me.
It was the specialist who decided I should have the epidural. Someone decided it should be done asap. The specialist said it would be done the next day, since I'd eaten breakfast, but they did it a few hours later with a local anesthetic instead of a general. I felt it. I screamed.
The next day the specialist said he'd looked at the MRI results and discovered that the technician had missed the pinched nerve (he'd caught the herniated disc and the torn one, but missed the actual culprit). The epidural worked (it was cortisone). I might need another one.
After a few days the pain was reduced enough for them to send me home.
I entered the hospital on Thursday and was released on Tuesday. I was still pretty bad for a few more days, but I did manage to get to Sky's graduation, though Scott had to drive and I needed to use a walker.
I fall down a lot. My right leg still doesn't like supporting my weight. My leg hurts more than my back does. I looked up "pinched sciatic nerve" and it turns out it is indeed one of the most painful of all medical ailments.
Being in the hospital was demeaning. I needed help to go to the bathroom, and couldn't wipe myself. I had to call for meds every four hours. Scott and my mom visited every day, my sister and her partner came out the first day, but the longer I was there the shorter the visits. Winter stopped coming. One friend visited and brought cherries (she is awesome). I complained of boredom on Monday(?), and another friend visited and Neil called. My iPad was being repaired the whole time, so I didn't have it, and I ran out of things to read on my kindle. When I wasn't in pain, I was bored. And dirty. No one thought to give me a sponge bath until I was getting ready to leave. I only managed to brush my teeth a few times. Ug.
But I'm home now. I'm scared to death about how much mobility I'll have for ComicCon. I have a walker and a cane. Scott wants me to get a wheelchair for Con so I don't have to stand and risk falling in the large crowds. I made a follow up appointment with the specialist, but he's so popular I can't see him until after Con is over. My regular doctor is going on vacation so I can't see him either.
I just keep telling myself I'm much better. And I pretend I haven't been told that this is very likely to come back. And I studiously don't think about the possibility of surgery with its six weeks recovery time.
I'm okay. I'm much better. The pain will go away. ComicCon will be fun. I can do this. I'm much better. I'm much better.