twist your pretty face

I'm totally cribbing this off of ursamajr but I don't care. Nor do I care that my list is rather teensy compared to hers. They don't do good music in upstate New York, at least not for '90s teenagers with no transportation.

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Also, My iTunes playlist as of 02.08.05. Wait for it to load - 800KB+. XP

pretty long story, but I've got a spare ticket for the Diesel party (Franz, Hot Chip, N.E.R.D, MIA, Chaka Khan) in DUMBO/Brooklyn Heights tonight. it is free. anyone want it?

is it weird for me to enjoy only using one arm? I can't remember the last time I thought everyday life was this interesting. it's like living in an OM competition. build a support structure using five pillows? okay. wash your one good arm without assistance? easy. I grinned for about an hour last night when I realized my invented shoe-tying method is the real one. (my typing is not so different from standard FGHJ typing, either.) I folded most of my own laundry last night, and tonight I packed up all by myself. I thought this might bum me out, but instead I just feel like a badass all the time.

speaking of badass, we looked at my X-rays tonight. I don't want to spoil them, but my plate is even awesomer than I expected. I'm scanning them when I get back to work. I have this detached curiosity about all of this, which thank god is keeping me from getting grossed out. instead, everything is just really cool.

we're headed back to the city tomorrow. my first followup appointment is first thing on Tuesday, which is a good thing because now that all the swelling is gone (and the muscle has started to atrophy? would that be really obvious already?), my cast is huuuge. I accidentally stuck my finger down it to scratch an itch the other day; now I can get three fingers inside. if I'm lucky, I can just get a splint instead of this big wrist-to-armpit plaster and cotton contraption.

almost bedtime. I must still be on hospital time -- I wake up early even though I don't want to and I'm asleep by 11. lame!

got out of the hospital yesterday; I'm up at my mom's, which was not as painful a drive as I expected. (actually, none of this has been as painful as I expected. I think my pain threshold is more of a pain plateau. badass.)

the surgery took five hours! at least one of the residents was cute. the 2.5 days following surgery were not what one would call "fun." they had me on a cocktail of drugs, the result being that I was too nauseous to keep down water (or Percocet). then a nurse who wasn't even mine offhandedly suggested Tylenol, so Tylenol it is. (well, Vicodin in the car or for sleeping. I have lots!) it twinges a little more, but that's okay.

so yeah. I survived! and I'm planning my rehabby things -- leftie crochet (rlanto, book recs? comms to ask for recs?), viola for the first time in six years, walking-then-running. thinking about this in terms of challenges and new skills makes it a lot easier. I'll probably have my followup appointment next week, and then I'll know what the timeline is like. I haven't really worried about that yet -- it'll take as long as it takes.

I forgot how much I hate hunt-and-peck typing! oi.

so I came back from Bangkok, and that was fine. I went to Denver (did a 5K, Thanksgivinged, planned for Terminus), and that was fine. I got back late, when straight to a work party, and promptly broke my right upper arm... while arm wrestling a coworker. I am awesome.

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so, uh, yeah. I'm in a fine mood now but I may not be later, so any silly anecdotes are much appreciated. (and my mommy is here to take care of me now and after I'm released, so no worrying!)

I've been back in New York for an hour. It's cold and grey and there's ice falling from the sky. do not want!

I'm in Bangkok. apparently there was some wonkiness with the landing gear, but it seems to have turned out alright. first impressions?

I still can't understand a word people are saying, but it sounds prettier.
it's hot. I knew this, but it's November, and my northeastern upbringing says it's not meant to be hot in November.
the new airport is amazing. (maybe the old one was too, I don't know.) it has greenhouses and lots of travelators!
Thai immigration guys are not scary.

headed to my $40 hotel now. here goes nothing!

I'm about to get on my flight to Bangkok, but really I don't want to leave HK. my time here has been really lovely. I expected it to be one big Times Square, all ADD and overstimulating. I've been constantly surprised by the variety -- in culture, in attitudes, in landscape. I thought I'd get bored, but it turns out that 11 days wasn't nearly enough. I'm definitely coming back, maybe for a long time.

I did not die en route to Hong Kong, nor have I died in my first 36 hours here. Hong Kong is a very nice place, and I wish I was seeing more of it than what's outside the office window (which is Victoria Peak, which is a little insane). I haven't been this tired since Phoenix Rising, and between the jet lag and the ridiculous workdays, I may even beat that. *sigh*

I am in the fancypants lounge at JFK surrounded by people whose shoes are much more expensive than mine. there is free booze and snackysnacks. my flight leaves in less than an hour. I think all the panic mighta been worth it.