Surgery--Again

Hey Boida... I cn talk the hind let off a donkey. If you wanna hear a bunch of twaddle any time... email me you phone number and I can yabber for both us .... I'll check to see if you're there periodically .... to see whether you have put me on the couch and gone to do laundry whilst I'm talking to a cushion. HA....I'm not too bad actually <shhhhhh.... no-one say a word who I normally talk with>

seriously, you know where I iz... can call you any time if you wish a bit of a Brit going yip yap yop. x I can do quiet too. At a push.

Hugs... hope this week will be a recovering and new taste week, and better ear week.

Hugs goil. x

Hiya Izzie, As much as I would like to hear from you, the fact is that I would prefer a conversation to a monolog. If you're gonna be making overseas calls, why not wait until I can talk, so that we have a two-way discussion?

Thanks for the offer, though. Nothing like someone yabbering in my ear to brighten an otherwise gloomy day.

you never say that when I call.

You're on goil!

So how's things today? Pain in the ears still there.... getting any better?

I hate to break it to ya, kiddo, but yabbering is not your thing.

I'm gonna hold you to that, Izzie.

My ear is minisculy (is there such a word?) better today. Maybe. I think. Ouch. Then again, maybe not.

Miniscularity, may it grow.

Hoping/wishing for a miniscule bit more progress day by day. Minisculenessesses vibes abound.

Ear and throat still hurt. The ear is constant. The throat--only when I swallow and sometimes even when I'm not swallowing.

A coitin poysin did a nice thing for me. I would have liked to say thanks via PM. No such luck. Second cherce, e-mail. Couldn't find said poysin's address. Third cherce--snail mail. Hey, coitin poysin. I sent you a lettah.

Just popping on by - wishing you heaps of getwellyness soon and of course, a wee hug. x

Good to know nice things sometimes happen to nice people - sometimes.

somebody got lucky once but it was an accident.

I attended my first social activity in about three months! Can't be all that social when I can't talk.

I attended a screening of my friend's daughter's documentary film at the Museum of Modern Art. It's called "Sync or Swim." It's about the U.S. synchronized swimming team. She did a fine job. It felt good to be with people who aren't doctors or nurses. I talked, but was I heard? Not much. Glad I went.

My ear hurts a bit less today.

I'm still waiting to find out whether a certain organization is going to pay my rent for February. Yes, a little late. Sigh.

I had to call in an interpreter to figure this message out, Roberta!
Now I'm as delighted as you!

Great you've been out.

Oh my with the rent.

... & may it hurt a bit less tomorrow, then a bit less the day after ... & so on & so on ..

Good luck with the rent payment!

I was a bit premature with the ear news.

I called the rent lady. No response.

Sigh.

Oh bugger.

Damn.

So sorry about this, Roberta.

Heard from the rent lady. Her organization will pay the lion's share of my February rent. I gotta make up the difference.

What about March, which is practically upon us? Dunno.

On the "how do I feel?" front, the same. Ear and throat pain. No voice. No new foods. I'm reluctant to try new tastes. I gotta buy something to eat it. If I can't eat it, it goes to waste. An extravagance I can't afford. I did try chocolate ice cream. That can keep. Tastes kinda weird. Not muddy, but not chocolatey. Not good. Sigh.

Aggravating rent stress..

grrrr.