Messing about with the Diary.

Via allimom, who seems to be developing a really bad case of Quizzaholism. What breed of dog at work are you? Your breed of dog at work is a Great Dane You have an uncanny ability to mask your leadership qualities until the time is ripe. You’re not one to blurt out your design until…

I slept until ten o’clock this morning. It was a sound sleep, relatively uninterrupted, amounting in all to about ten hours worth. I’m sure the Ambien had a hand in that, but I’ve had insomniac nights even with the Ambien, so I suspect a good part of it was sheer exhaustion. I’d been sleeping like…

Interestingly enough, the transplant center seems far more pleased with my progress than I am. My weight is holding relatively steady, my incision is healing nicely, the swelling in my legs has reduced significantly, and my albumin was up to 3.0 as of last week (normal is 3.3 – 4.5, so I’m almost there). I…

A friend sent me these yesterday. I just skimmed the email and then stuck it in the delete bin yesterday, but I retrieved it from oblivion today. I might be able to use some of these after all. 1. Well, this day was a total waste of makeup. 2. Well, aren’t we just a ray…

I still play with the magnetic poetry set in my office, though I’ve not posted any poems recently. It tends to make me feel like an e. e. cummings wannabe, since the only capital letter in any of the sets is the letter “I”. I noticed this poem on the board my office Friday: I…

In the lunchroom today: • A conversation revolved around one of the members of the Dixie Chicks, who evidently said that she was ashamed to be a Texan (I assume because of Bush’s current political stance). The group was cackling because country-western stations are boycotting their songs and some of the Dixie Chicks’ concert engagements…