irresistible

Spring has just begun!

Jose Sacristan

At the very last minute I was invited to a conference and the speaker was Jose Sacristan (eventhough I was reluctant at the very idea of going there, I attended the conference). I was surprised to see that he is a very nice person and he talked about his life, his options in life (and he didn't like posing in the photo pics he was obliged).

Oh, sometimes it is great to be wrong, you know.

over here

I'm busy at the moment, but I'll be back soon!

pjs

I just hate all the variety of nice pjs I have. But there's a reason why: everytime I need to get changed, I've to lift my legs, which means I need to make an effort, which means pain. Though I can't complain, it's great to be working from home, to relax a little bit of what to wear (or not to wear), to order food by telephone (or the net). There are many good things of being at home.
Look, I wouldn't mind if somebody could create pjs that were similar to those rip-off pants strippers use, I would make no effort every time I change!
Now, what about wearing socks?

Olympics

If I watch one more [sort of Chinese history and general data] program, I promise to sleep while the Olympics are on.

Look, it's nice to open our minds and learn about other cultures, but it's enough!!! My brain can't process new info until the end of the year! [by the way, where can I get a new chip for myself? I'll be needing one soon!]

surgeon's comments

I: I didn't think (of) or remember you during the weekend (that I was really in pain). [I was trying to make a joke out of the situation]
surgeon: I don't care what you think of me (as if he were tackling me in a rugby match), really. I care (at the end of the day) what my children think of me.
I: You should care because you're the one who operated on me.
surgeon: [while removing my bandages] Would like a Martini or a Margarita? [because my arms were under my head as if sunbathing].
I: What I need to know is when my belly will be in its normal position and when I´ll be back to life.
surgeon: Well, fifteen days to remove the stitches, one week for your belly, a month to fully recover...
I: Great that you didn't mention these matters before the surgery...
surgeon: ... and your doctor will remove your stitches... [meaning, he was too busy to finish his job]

Conclusion: His partner (the one I liked, who wasn't there when he was supposed to) will remove the stitches. In the meantime, I feel miserable with strange and thick threads coming out of my belly!

not in a speaking mode

The (90-minute) operation went well. I'm at home resting. But, if I hear once more that the operation was simple and that I should be walking in a few days (many stitches in my inside -fifteen days [at least]- to recover, three incisions covered, two cysts removed -sent to the lab-, one ovary smaller than the other, a study should be done in three months to check if everything's ok), you'll hear my dirty mouth. By the way, I'm still taking pain killers and on a low-fat diet. Anyway, I'm not in a speaking mode (even though my sense of humour is intact after all the doctors saw me naked), is that normal? [meanwhile, the telephone keeps ringing]

And one question: how can I do to go next Sunday to Holiday On Ice? Ideas? (take into account it's Children's Day in Argentina)

second part

I'm getting ready for the operation! See you in a couple of days!

operation instructions

In my world things are not easy. I always think ahead and try to solve any future issue. That's exacly the case when you know you have to be operated on and all things go wrong.

First of all, a short course on how to manage administrative clerks needs to be attended. Then, you need to pretend everything's ok (when it's not) with the surgeon's secretary (the one who caused all the trouble because the surgeon is allowed to operate people on certain medical plans and she never mentioned that). Of course, a phone call to the medical plan sales executive is required in order to obtain a change of plan. The medical company will make a [super] exception once they realize it's not the patient's fault. But it goes on: you need a new order to be admitted at hospital, which means you've to travel 45' just for a piece of paper (fax machines are my favourite items these days). The same secretary who made all the wrong moves says I need the original order for my admission (something I can't believe, is the surgeon coming to my surgery? will you please ask him to take it with him?).

Finally, a phone call to the private clinic is required to confirm that everything's set. Guess what? The authorized order (no need for the original one, they assure me) has not been sent to them. Now I've to deal with the fax sender!

[and there are some days still to go before I get operated. Imagine what may happen...]

dog eats bread

No pictures available, but imagine: my dog sits under the table (meaning something bad has just occurred, bad dog!). Standing at the hall, I realize that some shopping bags are still there. I put them in the kitchen. I start sorting things and then I see it, the bread bag is literally in shreds. The remains of the loaf look as dough kneaded by a toddler.
Good choice, I think a moment later, it' s the loaf I use to hide her medicine (and that she eats obediently).

phrase

A phrase for those who need to understand: a word to the wise is sufficient.
Say no more.

lemon pie and friends and a thought

After having a great day with friends, sharing a lemon pie I baked, chocolate brownies, tea and an extended conversation, I realized that I´m a very lucky woman for having such wonderful friends.

museum to visit

Some free time? Visit this museum. Don't miss out the current exhibitions.
And have a cup of coffee there.

seen the park?

There's a park in the city that empties my pockets of good memories, nowadays known as the tent park (just crossing the avenue, right in front of the Congress).
Every Friday I have to go past by the park.

moody

A sign on my door would read: Do not trespass. Or I will bite you.
What else can you expect from a woman that lost her mobile (and all her contact data) and that, she was informed, twenty days later, that the second surgeon is in charge of setting the operation date (without informing the patient)? And what about the winter break she had to cancel? And what about the GP told her that she was 10 minutes late to have her blood extracted (when the operation is still pending)?

I'm only human, you know. But lately, I'd like to be a dog (because I'd love to bark at some people, lest to bite quite a few).
Give me a couple of days and I'll tell you if the surgeon apologized for his lack of manners. Otherwise, he'll be operating me with one hand (because I'll keep the other one in my mouth).
Pitbull, would you say?

date to be confirmed

Suppose your telephone starts ringing.
You answer it.
Then a nice man says I'm xx (and you realize five minutes later it's your surgeon). He talks about a date that needs to be confirmed. You say yes.
Then, you check your calendar. You say no no no.
The man, a nice voice on the phone, says, ok.
and passes your long expected surgery to his next patient!

now, I need to call the other surgeon, and check his availability...

queueing

I have never thought I could see a long line of young people waiting to buy some coffee. But Starbucks opened its branch in BA and that's what people do in very cold days (wait outside for at least half an hour to get coffee!). Unbelievable...

a por más

ahora usamos zapatos y taconeamos desde arriba (¡y tuvo el descaro de decirme que ella NUNCA usa zapatos!) y seguimos molestando con los ruidos...

y sí, en invierno quiero dormir.
si me deja.

reality bites

y me olvidaba de darle un último consejo: el alma femenina no requiere tanto esfuerzo en su comprensión.

saber decir las palabras adecuadas en el momento adecuado vale como oro. Si no puede reflejar sus pensamientos, olvídelo. No lo valorarán.

salud

Brinde por las ecografías.
(esas cosas tan lindas que hacemos las mujeres en nuestros ratos de ocio)

Y tómese un traguito de una bebida espirituosa, a ver si se olvida de las personas políticamente correctas que no dicen nada cuando escriben.

Beba sin moderación y de un solo trago.