jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

I’m very excited to go to the doctor tomorrow and see if he praises my miraculous healing. I plan to beg for less bandaging. Although with an incision across the top of my foot, I don’t know what I think would go on my foot in place of big bandages. Maybe my doctor will have an idea. I peeled the works back down to the surgical tape yesterday and it’s not too terrible. It makes me feel sort of tough when I look at my battered little foot. If I can ignore the fact that I was unconcious when the injury occurred.

Countdown to New York is 54 days. Damon and I are heading up this weekend so our broker can give us a tour of neighborhoods to help narrow our search. Brenda, John and James (as well as Damon’s friends Megan and Jonathan) are waiting with open arms.

But it seems like all the glamour is going on wherever Tsalino is. I’ve so enjoyed reading his posts, I’m sorry he’s going back to Cherokee. But I do like Cherokee stories too. Still, it’s lovely to get to enjoy something like that along with a friend.

I’m having a really quiet night tonight. I’m not sad or mad, although I am very tired. Sometimes I have nights where I just don’t have any wish to speak. I don’t really want to be talked to either, but I can cope with that. It’s nights like this that I wonder if I’m crazy to think I want kids (or at least A kid). Damon must have gotten the vibe, because he just took off for the grocery store, promising to return with an avocado and a tomato for me.

I’m laying on the couch watching movies about movies. I watched a documentary on the making of ‘The Exorcist’ then ’12 Monkeys’ then ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ and now I’m on to ‘The Wild Bunch.’ This has, obviously, been over a few days. They’re all on the same VHS tape and I have no idea where I got it. I’m going through all my old tapes and only saving my favorites.

I’m railing against the injustice that this is the last day I’m not allowed up and around, which means that I’ll be back on my feet just in time to jet off to work.

I’m not actually dreading work, but I would have liked a little more time to goof off. Damon and I usually spend so much of a weekend tramping around wherever we are, and I love that. He’s been off wandering the city without me. Which is actually good because I’m confident he’s bored and it’s just as well he’s not hanging around here asking, “What are you doing?” every few minutes. He’s a going out kind of guy.

That should be another great benefit of New York. I know Damon really misses having a gang of friends. I do too, but he misses it more. He’s already got some close friends in NYC, as do I. So the opportunities to get out will be ready and waiting. Not to mention that they’re almost all theater people, which he’ll love more than I will. I’ll like it in a qualified way. He’ll love it unreservedly.

So here’s the big plan for the day: I’m going to take a bath. The hilarity will ensue when I try to do this with one leg hooked over the side to keep the bandages dry. I have figured out how I’ll do everything but get out of the tub once I’m squeaky clean. That will be the funny part.

I don’t ever like to look the gift horse of a day off in the mouth… but I had foot surgery yesterday and now I’m planted on the couch. “Toes above your nose” my doctor says, for three days.

The surgery itself wasn’t that bad, the anticipation was much worse. I wasn’t awake, of course, so I guess it’s possible it was awful and I just don’t know it. I got to go home same day, and of course I was asking to be sprung as soon as I peeled my eyes open. Poor Damon sat around the hospital for hours and hours.

So now I’m home and my foot is swathed in a million yards of bandage. It hurts, but not really that much. I can’t really walk much, but I’m not supposed to anyway. The incision itches, which I guess means it’s healing. I don’t know how many stitches I have, but I guess I’ll see when the unwrap me. I’m not allowed to unwrap any bandaging for one week. But I’m dying to peek. I can’t swear I won’t crack. Damon is adamant that I keep my hands off…

The weirdest side effect is that my nose is itchy. I think something about the oxygen thingy did that.

Damon has been the best boyfriend possible. He’s making sure I’m getting anything I want to eat and watch, and he brought me flowers to keep me company while he’s at work today. The hospital made him promise to stay with me for 24 hours, but I don’t really see the point in him watching me watch tv and sleep all day.

I’ve been watching old videos in an attempt to catalogue or pitch before we move. I found an unlabeled tape with the first 24-Hour Plays on it. Let me tell you, seeing electrickrocket and steakums (I don’t know how to do those hyperlinks) dressed as a Nordic soldier in his underpants and a clown, respsectively, did brighten up the morning. It would seem at first blush that the underpants role required more bravery, but steakums had to sing.

Then I watched “Straight Talk” from the On Demand menu. I discovered recently that I just love Dolly Parton. The movie was pretty awful, but since I love her I felt like I wanted to watch. Now I’m watching an old Bill Maher HBO special. Next up, who knows? It’s only 3:30.

I suppose I’ll save some for later, since I think I’m going to have plenty more quality time with the laptop.

I thought the song mix entry was fun, so I’m going to try it. I can’t promise I won’t wander away and miss some. But here come the first 15 songs that play when I randomize all my music, no matter how humiliating…

1. They Might Be Giants — Birdhouse in Your Soul
2. Ani DiFranco — Gratitude
3. Muppets — Who Let the Frogs Out
4. Lenny Kravitz — Stand By My Woman
5. Police — Don’t Stand So Close to Me
6. Cure — Pictures of You
7. Elvis Costello — Clown Strike
8. Smashmouth — Can’t Get Enough of You Baby
9. Lavay Smith and Her Red Hot Skillet Lickers — One Hour Mama
10. O Brother Where Art Thou — Didn’t Leave Nobody But the Baby
11. Talking Heads — Psycho Killer
12. Paul Simon — Nobody
13. Paul Simon — Graceland
14. Elliot Smith — Junk Bond Trader
15. Stevie Nicks — Leather and Lace

So we’re slowly but surely ticking along in our big plan to take over Manhattan media (at least online). And it’s getting awfully uncomfortable.

It’s strange. I know (as well as anyone can) that my job is safe, that this is a massive opportunity… but the rest of my team isn’t faring as well and that sucks. It’s not remotely in my control. But in a few months I’ll be in Manhattan and I’ll think my new team members are fantastic and will be so happy to have them.

But this is the way it goes working in media. The only thing for sure is that everything will change. And that’s pretty exciting. Right now I’m going domestic… decorating, food… all the Martha Stewart-y stuff. Which is pretty hilarious. I’m also still in charge of Horoscopes, which is even more hilarious.

But right now I’m sitting on my couch with my laptop, and I feel utterly content. In two weeks I did: DC, NYC, DC, ATL, DC, NYC, DC, ATL, DC…. I’m BEAT. I actually sneaked out of my NYC trip for this week and no one has called me on it yet. I think Jody knows I need a week to hunker down. Next week will be Chicago and NYC, so I’ll get my rest while I can. All the traveling is just as cool as I hoped it would be, but I’m a little sleepier than I expected to be. And now I’m an excellent source of Manhattan hotel information.

And Damon gets home tonight. So I win.