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I had a cold this past week.  A nasty, lung-lashing, hacking, coughing, no sleep for days cold.  And every time a hacking, racking cough erupted, that burning, pinching, striking spear of pain in my lower back shot down my buttock and into my leg.  Rinse and repeat hundreds of times a day for a week.

Plans to go out, walk, climb, do laundry were cancelled (in part due to rain) and in part due to pain.  Can’t bend down to pick up clothing off the floor, so cleaning is a series of deep squats.  At least my quads are in good shape.  The narcotic pain meds make me not only unconscious, but also come with some unpleasant digestive side effects. 

On good days I attempt excercise.  The core excercises my PT give me bring on the ouch.  The bad ouch, not the “no pain, no gain” ouch.  Sometimes 15 minutes of stretching, crunches and bridges is enough to bring on a limp for the rest of the day.

Singing at church for an hour left me nearly incapacitated.

I’m just so over this.  So freaking done with it.  I am sick of being this person.  Sick of being unwell.  Sick of seeing my gut expand and my arms turn to mush.  Sick of lying down.  Sick of television (never thought I’d say that.)  Sick of this stupid job I’ve kept purely for the health insurance.  Sick of making choices to NOT do things entirely based on physical incapacity

I want to ride a bicycle.  I want to go to a free concert and stand through it.  I want to dance at a wedding until my feet hurt. MY FEET.  I want to wear high heels.  I want to go to a pilates class.  I want to box.  I want to get a job repairing costumes.  I want to pack my weekend full of fun and not fear that Saturday’s activities will mean two days of bed rest and enough ice to literally chap my ass in the imprint of my igloo ice pack.

Then I see someone in a wheelchair with headgear and it’s pretty hard to keep feeling sorry for myself.

Pretty hard.  But not impossible.

I want a lot of things.

That’s the surgery date.  This is kind of perfect (assuming I can keep myself relatively strong and mobile over the month) since it’s right after all my fun end-of-summer plans and I’ll be up and about again by Halloween.  Which is important.  Because I would hate to miss Halloween.

That’s it.  Tiny blog.  No pictures.  Just an update, really.

I’m going now. 

Really.

I have lots of things to do.

I can’t be spending all day going on and on about my health and the weather here on the internet.  Really.

I have places to be.

Oh, who am I kidding?  As soon as I close this page I’ll spend all day on dlisted.com and netflix watching episodes of "Murder, She Wrote."   

Sometimes, this stupid job is kind of awesome. 

This past week has blown by, and I meant to post this, oh, five days ago.

It’s wedding season, so we thought we’d crash one.  Turns out we know the couple and apparently
they had invited us.  Congratulations, Tim and Andrea…

And then we went to this place for a week.

Until we were so blissed out on yoga and vegetarianism that we could barely see straight.

And then we came back to subways, hamburgers, and life in the fast lane.  Well, okay, it’s more like the middle lane of  a state highway, but still.

It’s good to get away.  And it’s good to be home.  Peace, love, and red meat, y’all.

Here I am, belaying for some…one…

That’s me at the tippy top.

And one good "ass shot" somewheres in the middle.

more here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/deessedechasse/sets/72157606302253864/

I’ll be going to the CCC gym this Weds. evening if anyone wants to come with.

Here they are, my two awesome nieces:

July 18-23, 2008

Tuckaberry Productions Presents:

as part of A.R.T. N.Y’s annual festival

Aesop’s Foibles

a musical for all ages

by Aaron Michael Zook

Starring:

Sarah Amandes, Emily Mattheson, Adam Baritot, Leah Carrell and Robert Stieger

July 18 at 10:30 A.M. and 1:00 P.M.

July 23 at 10:30 A.M. and 1:00 P.M.

at the A.R.T. N.Y. South Oxford Space in Fort Greene, Brooklyn

South Oxford Space is located at 138 South Oxford St. between Hanson Place and Atlantic Ave. in Fort Greene, Brooklyn.  Easily accessible by subway: take the C to Lafayette, the G to Fulton St. or the 2, 3, 4, N, R, Q, B, D to Atlantic Ave./Pacific St.

Click HERE for a map

Tickets are $5 each for all ages; please call 718-783-1348 or email Tuckaberry@yahoo.com to reserve—seating is limited, and tickets are going fast!

And one outdoor performance:

July 19 at 3:00 P.M.

at South Oxford Park

South Oxford Park is located in Fort Greene Brooklyn on S. Oxford St. between Atlantic Ave. and Fulton St. Rain Location: Great Room at South Oxford Space, 138 S. Oxford St., down the block from the park. Info: 718.398.3078 or www.offbroadwayonline.com

This performance is free for all ages!

And you can show your support in full color:  (at www.cafepress.com/tuckaberry)

So I have this friend (who also was my first boyfriend in the sixth grade) who now works as a nuclear physicist in Geneva.  I can only assume this means he’s learned French and is helping with the Particle Accelorator (whose existence I only discovered last year even though it’s been in the making for 14 years). 

Apparently, this thing is supposed to make teeny black holes in which to create new universes and dimensions.

cool.

Also, apparently, there’s a lawsuit to prevent its operation because some (diminutive feline expletive deleted) is afraid the Earth will get sucked up into a black hole.

After listening to this: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89265915  , I think it’s a worthwhile risk.  I mean, consider the future the way it currently stands.  More…what?  Pop culture?  Interweb?  Now, consider the future with alternate universes. 

Life has the potential to be a whole lot more interesting if this thing runs than if it doesn’t.  And if the Earth gets sucked up into a black hole, at least I won’t have to worry about my poorly-performing 401K anymore.   Besides, The Doctor won’t let that happen.  The Earth’s demise, I mean.  Not the 401K. 

And one underpant:

But where can one buy such wonderful things??? HERE.

As of today, I’ve decided that February, 2009 will mark my extraction from the current day job which pays me well, provides me with free benefits, buys me lunch, steals my soul and saps me of all satisfaction and self-worth.

7 months until poverty and uncertainty.