Good morning, all! Thank you for all the kind vibes and thoughts yesterday. DRPennyO was right: it's been 7 months since all this health madness began, and I just want the damned thing put to rest. I'm sure everything, from the pinched nerve to the crutches to the abscess and the surgery, is all interrelated, and enough is enough. The fact that the surgery was Oct. 26, four months ago, and one of the areas hasn't healed is bad enough, but the next surgery could mean another 6-12 weeks recovery.
On an interesting sideline here, I recently got in the post an inquiry from my health insurance company asking about my ambulance trip to the emergency room at 4:30 am last August: was this a work injury, a car accident, something they could start legal proceedings against so as not to pay the claim themselves? It was with great pleasure that I called the company and informed them that it was the result of a misdiagnosis on the part of my "primary health giver" assigned to me by them.
So, last night, after lying around most of the day to ascertain the bleeding was over, I took Charlote to see THE WEDDING DATE, with Miss Debra Messing and Mr Dermot Mulroney, who once played cello on a recording I did. His brother Kieran (?) played violin, as I recall. The movie was innocuous, not remotely great, and I thought one "don't I know you" setup would become part of the exposing of Mr Mulroney's character's male escort past, but it led nowhere. PRETTY WOMAN, equally fluff fiction, was a better thought out film, but spending time with Charlotte is always rewarding.
DRPogue, I thought TROY was a lot of nonsense, turning a ten year war into about a ten day siege, and I actually liked better the A&E HELEN OF TROY from about 4 years ago, even if there was nothing going on between the characters of Helen and Paris (absolutely no sexual energy) in that version. So far, my preferred take on the legend is Offenbach's LA BELLE HELENE, but I always loved the Robert Wise HELEN OF TROY as well.
