Now, does this look like a woman who just had brain surgery? Or more like Ali McGraw’s better-looking older sister, or perhaps a gypsy lady with really great teeth who you wouldn’t mind getting pickpocketed by, because oh, there would be LAUGHS?
Yes, this is YUD’s mother. We think she looks pretty stylin’ in her scarf. And skinny!
Thanks everyone for your concern, checking-in emails, and kind words. My mom is doing much better! We were very pleased to have her wake up on Thursday (albeit with the mouth of a sailor and a bald head, but I’ll take a salty mom over a diprivan-coma-induced mom any day, and the hair will grow back). We think she’ll be discharged to a rehab facility today pending another good MRI. Keep your positive thoughts coming—they are much appreciated.
I’m now back in NYC resuming all normal scheduled behaviors and activities (as much as “normal” applies to my life, that is) and will be back posting my usual hilarious banter as early as tomorrow, if all goes well. For now, I’m trying to catch up on a number of emails and other workaday things, like, for instance, lunch. Lunch is good.
So it’s been a while—four days—since I last rewarded you hungry readers with a post. I apologize. I have been remiss. Well, I would be remiss except I think I am excused because I’ve had a personal/family thing going on that has been taking much of my focus away from (I’m sorry) you and, to be honest, work in general.
It’s weird to unload such things in a relatively public forum, but I’ll tell you anyway: Last Thursday I found out that my very active, healthy, irrepressible mom had been taken to the ER in the middle of the night by my dad. It turned out that she had bleeding in her brain. Nobody likes to hear those words together.
She went into surgery later that afternoon and had two hematomas removed, one from each side of her brain. We think they may have been from a bike accident sustained in New Zealand around Thanksgiving. Since the surgery, she’s been in the ICU convalescing (they’re keeping her asleep to avoid harm/jarring/whatever else might happen). My dad was recently allowed to hold her hand.
photo credit: gordontarpley
Today’s Agenda:
8:50 Wake, roll over, swig water from glass beside bed. Check for hangover. I seem good, except for the sore spot on my eyelid where I (stone cold sober) cut it on an opened drawer last night by bending over to retrieve a hair elastic. This house is full of booby traps! Which makes me, I suppose, a booby. Adopt me?
9:15 Swig coffee with purpose. Put on workout clothes. Make bed. Brush teeth. Repeat step 1.
photo credit: napalm nikki
This email made me laugh, mostly because in a few short lines it captures the essence of my family so well (and also because “vodka” is capitalized—if you’ve ever shared cocktail hour(s) with us, you know that is not an error):
Hi [name redacted],
