huh
so i had surgery on my foot Tues morning.
this has been going on forever, pretty much since January when I hurt my foot while hiking a lava field. At the time I went to a podiatrist who decided it was fractured and put me in a boot for a month or so. Then when it still hurt and was visibly swollen, no one knew what to do with me until I found some eccentric rock star surgeon at Cedars. He felt confident it was a ganglion cyst, though the pain it was causing was atypical. While I found him to be smart, I didn't like him and didn't feel comfortable with him operating me as a masto patient since he seemed to show a lot of hubris when it came to the disease and his knowledge didn't match his arrogance.
FINALLY I found another ortho surgeon (another rockstar who works on ballerinas and athletes and whatnot) and he seemed to be a lot more down to earth and human about the whole thing. he hooked me up with the head of ortho anesthesia (as we all know at this point anesthesia is the hardest part of surgery for me) and we went from there.
so far so good. my left leg is still mostly numb as they applied a nerve block which meant less general anesthesia but more numbing to the affected area. as it turns out, while the surgery wasn't super complicated, the cyst was strangling the nerve it was wrapped around, which explains why it was exponentially more painful than it should've been. so now i'm off my feet and just kinda hanging out.
which brings me to the second point in life, we're moving. in like, 2 weeks. If i can ever share any piece of advice with you, it is DO NOT PLAN MOVING AND SURGERY IN THE SAME MONTH. It is the worst idea ever. between trying to pack, sell stuff on ebay, all while not being able to walk, it's less than ideal.
i am psyched about our new place though. it's an apartment in Hollywood, right near Runyon Canyon, so it should be a good mix of nature and urban. I will no doubt miss the canals and the ocean something fierce, and I imagine we'll end up on the westside again, but there's something to be said about being less isolated too.
3rd point, e got a pretty cool job offer from beats by dre. i was hoping it would be signed by either Jimmy Iovine or Dr Dre, but alas that was not in the cards. Still though I think he'll be pretty psyched.
that's about it. things are good save for the surgery. we're going to see the Breaking Bad finale at Hollywood Forever, I have _no_ idea how I managed to score the mystical karma for that event since it sold out in 30 seconds (!!!) but I'm way happy.
Also vaguely related, Fever Ray is a goddamn fantastic band. I am ashamed to be so late to their game.
Otherwise I'm pretty horrified at the state of the world, but at times like this I can understand why myopia is sort of comforting. i'd rather talk about the triviality in my life vs try to articulate how messed up things beyond my control are. i sort of feel like it's necessary. i've gotten so riled up about giant things where i have _0_ agency (apparently this is not uncommon for people with chronic illnesses) that instead I'm now just trying to focus on things within my control. which is not to say i'm playing some game of willful ignorance, it's just at this point i am unclear where to channel those energies and throwing tantrums on FB seems pretty futile.
this has been going on forever, pretty much since January when I hurt my foot while hiking a lava field. At the time I went to a podiatrist who decided it was fractured and put me in a boot for a month or so. Then when it still hurt and was visibly swollen, no one knew what to do with me until I found some eccentric rock star surgeon at Cedars. He felt confident it was a ganglion cyst, though the pain it was causing was atypical. While I found him to be smart, I didn't like him and didn't feel comfortable with him operating me as a masto patient since he seemed to show a lot of hubris when it came to the disease and his knowledge didn't match his arrogance.
FINALLY I found another ortho surgeon (another rockstar who works on ballerinas and athletes and whatnot) and he seemed to be a lot more down to earth and human about the whole thing. he hooked me up with the head of ortho anesthesia (as we all know at this point anesthesia is the hardest part of surgery for me) and we went from there.
so far so good. my left leg is still mostly numb as they applied a nerve block which meant less general anesthesia but more numbing to the affected area. as it turns out, while the surgery wasn't super complicated, the cyst was strangling the nerve it was wrapped around, which explains why it was exponentially more painful than it should've been. so now i'm off my feet and just kinda hanging out.
which brings me to the second point in life, we're moving. in like, 2 weeks. If i can ever share any piece of advice with you, it is DO NOT PLAN MOVING AND SURGERY IN THE SAME MONTH. It is the worst idea ever. between trying to pack, sell stuff on ebay, all while not being able to walk, it's less than ideal.
i am psyched about our new place though. it's an apartment in Hollywood, right near Runyon Canyon, so it should be a good mix of nature and urban. I will no doubt miss the canals and the ocean something fierce, and I imagine we'll end up on the westside again, but there's something to be said about being less isolated too.
3rd point, e got a pretty cool job offer from beats by dre. i was hoping it would be signed by either Jimmy Iovine or Dr Dre, but alas that was not in the cards. Still though I think he'll be pretty psyched.
that's about it. things are good save for the surgery. we're going to see the Breaking Bad finale at Hollywood Forever, I have _no_ idea how I managed to score the mystical karma for that event since it sold out in 30 seconds (!!!) but I'm way happy.
Also vaguely related, Fever Ray is a goddamn fantastic band. I am ashamed to be so late to their game.
Otherwise I'm pretty horrified at the state of the world, but at times like this I can understand why myopia is sort of comforting. i'd rather talk about the triviality in my life vs try to articulate how messed up things beyond my control are. i sort of feel like it's necessary. i've gotten so riled up about giant things where i have _0_ agency (apparently this is not uncommon for people with chronic illnesses) that instead I'm now just trying to focus on things within my control. which is not to say i'm playing some game of willful ignorance, it's just at this point i am unclear where to channel those energies and throwing tantrums on FB seems pretty futile.