This Week's Bests and Worsts

Best Surprise

Three mastiffs being easily demoted from the couch to three cushy beds on the floor, who quickly learned the meaning of, "Go to your place."  KC will thank me later.

Worst Surprise

The impact of going off meds as part of pre-op.  Ouch, already!  I had no idea I was in all this pain.  It's been very distracting and I'm all preoccupied, as you can clearly see by the next item on this list.

Worst Consequence of Worst Surprise

An encounter with a curb.  In my Subaru wagon that I've been driving for seven years, seven, I cut a corner, hit the curb and blew out my back tire.  I knew I blew the tire the second after it happened.  Hit that curb like I had no idea where the car began or ended.  Hit it hard.  Bang.  Tilt and thump.  That telling drag on the steering wheel.  Limped to a neighborhood gas station, left the car at one of the pumps, slipped a note with my phone number on it under the station door and walked home.  They know my car.  They'll probably think it's funny.  Maybe someday I will too.  Thank goodness it was just a curb.

Best News

Positive feedback from Irish mentor Brian Leyden on my last writing packet, which, I might add, was on time, despite every, little, turbulent thing going on in my life right now.  On time, plus he was much happier with my writing.  My last packet was due two weeks after I got married and he did not permit me any time extention.  I get it.  This is grad school, after all.  "Flimsy," I think he called my book review, which I spent maybe five minutes writing.  Ah, well.  He was much happier with packet 2, the world is in its place and he and I are friends again.

Worst News

Auto accident involving friend and singer, Eddie Garcia, who suffered a concussion and sprained wrist.  Bandmate Bryan's injuries were even more severe and I'm not sure if he's been released from the hospital as of this posting.  I've got them both on my prayer list.

Strongest Wish for Next Week

That my hospital experience will look just like Grey's Anatomy, except for the Season 6 there's-a-shooter-on-the-loose-in-the-hospital finale.  That was a mean way to dispose of characters whose contracts were not renewed for Season 7.  Anyway, I choose Christina and Meredith to assist Dr. Kanter with my surgery, and I intend to surprise the entire surgical team, as well as those watching from the balcony, by not v-fibbing in the middle of the procedure, like everybody else on the show.

Have yourself a strong, rewarding weekend!

From Louise