Hello, Friday Fools!
I kind of feel like I've spent the week meandering around, which has been fine. Really. Then I had this crazy thought: what if the "week" started on Friday? We did all our tomfoolery and got to chuckle about it the entire week--or live it down depending on the tomfoolery and your general person/lifestyle. I suppose we could do that any day of the week, but it seems that society has crafted it differently--we start off the week responsibly and the build up to a weekend release. Just a thought. In some ways, every day should be a party, right?
For the most part, I enjoy the people I encounter. If not, they give me good fodder for later--or they give my family good fodder against me. They were just teasing me about the list of "verboten" restaurants I had there for a while. Joke's on them--they couldn't think of a place that I had "blacklisted" (seriously, they make me sound so nefarious) that didn't relate back to a short period of time when the boys were in middle school. I'll admit, I had a couple of places or waiters that annoyed the piss out of me. It was 3 places, people. Three. I was being nice, too.
Speaking of nice, I actually started out my workweek (Monday) with a tomfoolery kind of day. I was having a grand old time in pre-op and post-op. Who knew? I have a theory about anesthesiologists which I posit here, along with a funny bit of inappropriate conversation that is still sticking with me--especially the imaginary husband bit. 😂😂😂 Just the tip of the iceberg. 🤷🏻♀️ Everyone was walking around doing things (I suppose that's called work, they weren't there for my sole entertainment, despite what I'd like to think) and they'd swing by and say things. They entertained me and I entertained them right back. Or so I tell myself.
One of the nurses was going to out to talk to "Dr. Jon." What happened was she found out that Chief is a doctor and then confirmed his first name. I'm dying because it sounds like something some therapists or chiropractors do--they use their first names with their title. I'm not sure if that's to create more comfort for the patient or friendliness or what. I honestly don't know. It just makes me feel a little uncomfortable--that's on me. Whenever I hear something like that, it has the added layer of making me feel like I'm 5 and I'm talking to "Miss Suzy" or "Mister Jake."
I said, "Oh, no! Call him something else." I was actually a little panicky about that. 🤦🏻♀️ Of all the things that would cause me anxiety back there, that was it. I was the one who was having surgery after all. 🤷🏻♀️ Go figure. Feel free to roll your eyes at me. I am.
"I thought I heard Dr. B call him doctor--isn't he a doctor?"
I totally didn't want to admit that other thought--see above-- (although the lawyers amongst us would say that I just made worse by typing it out), so I said, "Yes, but let me think of something funny to call him. He'll know what you're talking about."
All. On. Board. I love these people. But she wasn't familiar with Downtown Abby, so I couldn't use our personal joke of "His Lordship is an Ass." It loses its flavor because you kind of have to get our humor, hear the whole story about "wouldn't it be great to be 'his Lordship...'" and know the "cheating" scene to get in the ballpark of the joke. It sounds so awful and it was too much to explain. She might've got the joke, but it also could've put all shenanigans to an end. I gave up and let her call him what she would. Too risky. 😬
Put it in this context: for a brief period, Chief adopted the saying, "I have spoken." With the raised hand and all from the first season of The Mandalorian. 🤨 That should give you context for the Lordship joke. It really is a joke. He's a "jokester" as the boys like to say, usually with their corny fake Canadian accent. 😂 I apologize to any and all Canadians up front.
So I had knee surgery on Monday. I was going to write a funny tale about it, because in its own way it's simultaneously sad and funny. I wrote about the fall but I also reflected on how the free fall I took (it was epic) feels very much like 2020 in general. You can read that here.
With all this medical talk, I'm posting sweet Yvette here, aka Crazy Taco Lady. She's a nurse (to make the "medical" connection clear) and her instagram is @rauchy_house_of_memes. She's actually very funny AND she's all over the #purpleclan business. Purple is her favorite color. 💜💜💜🥳 On a side note, my lavender mask is somewhere in that OR. Just saying. It was my favorite...