Hey Girl . . .
Hey Osso . . .
Hey ladies and gents . . .
Eva - smashing idea! What ever happened to your palazzo party?
Anyone remember palazzo pants?
Would they be appropriate for an Italian "welcome home, ossobBABY!" party?
I miiiiiiiiisssssssssss ossob!
Here's something to wear for you at the virtual palazzo party, gals:
If you would like something more formal, you can be part of the orchestra:
This can be the dress code for males:
If some males want to go fancy, this is the choice:
I'm back in fine fettle, I just wrote about five paragraphs and lost them - they're probably floating somewhere around yahoo. I am still a little spacey (this is new?) and so will probably try to put My Week into several posts.
First of all, thank you all. I apologize for not getting a note and then updates on to a2k but I had only a short time to pack and deal. I did manage to get a general email out to a short list of old friends/cousins and to a group of online friends, but that was almost worse than nothing, being terse and scaring them, with no follow up.
Special thank you to Bernie, for the thoughtul offer of help.
So what happened?
Well, backing up, I knew I had cataracts and needed to get rid of them, and so surgery was set for last Thursday for the first one. I wasn't particularly worried, yet another manifestation of the 'ossobuco theory of the inverse ratio of expectation to fullfillment'. I had been warned by my original ordinary opthamologist that 'your eyes aren't normal, honey, there could be complications.'
There were no indicators of any problem in all the lenghty preop testing.
Still, the eye surgeon went over in detail with me all the possible ways that trouble can happen in any cataract surgery.
I chose a local, which I always do if I can, for some idiosycratic reasons -
when I was in my teens working in a hospital, the chief of staff at the hospital died in surgery getting a nasal polyp removed, from the anesthesia situation. Plus as an ex lab person, I am always pretty interested in what is going on.
So, I got to find out milliseconds after the surgeon did that there weren't visible zonules holding up my lens and that it was unstable. He managed to get about 80% of my lens out, but knew that some fell back into the vitreus humour. He told me right then that the retinal specialist would retrieve that, it being a risk for him to. Then he went to put in the new lens and decided out loud that the zonules that were there couldn't be trusted to hold it, so he placed the lens right behind the iris. Now this might may other people barf, but I like knowing what is going on.
An unbalanced lens situation occurs from time to time. I see that Phoenix had it. If there is going to be big trouble from it, it usually shows up, I understand, about a week after surgery.
More in next post, lest I lose this.
Osso, now all we need is your presence!
Osso, welcome back. Should you be straining your eyes here?
Take it easy, girl! We can wait for the details. Just glad to know you're do ing fine! Sit down, relax. We are at your service! (Would you like some Lemoncello? Glass of wine?) Party on all....
<grabbing setanta, fealola, fbaezer and littlek's hands and swinging into a big ole hug round ossoB>
Have been typing more, but am called to dinner. Back soon.
HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
The tarantella? Sheeze. that's a dance they do to get rid of the venom of a tarantula...he he...
the eyes of Laura Mars..or is that Laura Bush...
Well... get rid of bad stuff anyway!
Bette Davis Eyes?
Hot damn! I've been prayin' for the day she'll be back!!!
And she is!
BACK
Welcome Home Ossobuco!
I like to know what's going on too... it's interesting! Now, when's the party? I have some wine I could bring. Is anybody bringing some kind of cups? (Box wine in dixie cups? NO NO NO! OssoB is better than that!)
Something Italian, of course...
Welcome back Osso ... you were missed:)
She's back!
