Two Tickets to Paradise
Forgive the title, I just happen to love Eddie Money. Yes, I am an 80's child thank you very much. I went under for the knee reconstruction on Wednesday and am pleased to report that everything is progressing according to schedule. Point of note: anesthesia sucks big time. -nausea and lots of it- Aside from that unpleasant setback, things have been amusing and somewhat entertaining. Mostly they've involved Marcela cooking for me, and a laundry list of video games and movies. Oh, it's such a trying life.
My hardass prof who teaches a meaningless class, ie History of American Pop Culture and who grades exclusively in very short multiple choice tests gave me the third degree. He refuses to make up tests, but since this was the 30 question final, and I was having a major surgery the day before the 10am exam he would give me an exception... a 10 page paper on a 400 page book as opposed to taking the test. Since I wasn't about to write another essay -in poly sci and history, we have to write a whole lot- I had to wheel my ass in there less than 24 hours after they reconstructed my knee. Then to top it off, a girl was late to the class, so we all had to WAIT for her to get there because he didn't trust anyone to not pass notes, including the crippled guy in obvious discomfort who was taken in by his mom. Ironic how someone could take THAT aspect of his job so seriously in lieu of actually teaching a decent class. -He goes off on 30 minute tangents, one concerning his fundamental theory on how dogs make better pets than cats.- Gotta love tenure.
In any case, I've become very adept with the crutches which are now my best friends. I even made it to a movie tonight. So expect me to lose at beer pong in the near future. Also, I did promise to re-enact that scene from Total Recall when Arnold goes crazy after I woke up after surgery. Unfortunately, my nurse was a 55 year old British woman, and I knew she wouldn't get it. :P Hopefully I won't get another chance.
My hardass prof who teaches a meaningless class, ie History of American Pop Culture and who grades exclusively in very short multiple choice tests gave me the third degree. He refuses to make up tests, but since this was the 30 question final, and I was having a major surgery the day before the 10am exam he would give me an exception... a 10 page paper on a 400 page book as opposed to taking the test. Since I wasn't about to write another essay -in poly sci and history, we have to write a whole lot- I had to wheel my ass in there less than 24 hours after they reconstructed my knee. Then to top it off, a girl was late to the class, so we all had to WAIT for her to get there because he didn't trust anyone to not pass notes, including the crippled guy in obvious discomfort who was taken in by his mom. Ironic how someone could take THAT aspect of his job so seriously in lieu of actually teaching a decent class. -He goes off on 30 minute tangents, one concerning his fundamental theory on how dogs make better pets than cats.- Gotta love tenure.
In any case, I've become very adept with the crutches which are now my best friends. I even made it to a movie tonight. So expect me to lose at beer pong in the near future. Also, I did promise to re-enact that scene from Total Recall when Arnold goes crazy after I woke up after surgery. Unfortunately, my nurse was a 55 year old British woman, and I knew she wouldn't get it. :P Hopefully I won't get another chance.