I wonder if they'll let me see my liver after they remove it. I'm curious exactly what it's turned into at this point. I'll give some thought to asking; I don't want to gross them out, but it only seems fair that if they get to play with it I ought to at least be able to get to see it. Heck, even car repairmen show you the bad parts they had to take out and replace.
I finally finished the Christmas ornaments I've been working on since August tonight. Let's just say my back was against the wall; the ornament exchange at work is tomorrow. As aggravating as they were to do, they turned out nicely, in my humble opinion. The Socialist wanted me to keep them and get some store-bought ornament for the exchange instead, but too many people at work knew I was working on these and I'd never live it down if I failed to deliver. I told The Socialist we could go to the store and he could pick out any set of ornaments he liked for me to make him. I'm praying he doesn't choose these - they were a bitch to make once and I wouldn't look forward to doing a second set.
The ornaments are shown here displayed on my lovely little fiber optic tree. (I feel like I should have Vanna White here posing, pointing at the ornaments on the tree while the glare from her pearly whites makes me reach for my sunglasses.) The Professor has quite taken to the tree as well, and is usually the one to turn it on at night. He really is a big kid at heart. He tries to hide it, but he loves Christmas. His big disappointment of the season was finally tracking down LED Christmas lights, which he was going to string across the entertainment center in the living room, only to have them burn out minutes after he plugged them in. By the way, if anyone knows where to get a string of blue LED Christmas lights, let me know. For some reason, he has his heart set on finding some.
In case anyone is interested, here's a picture of my BRAND NEW SOUND SYSTEM!!!!!:
On my way home from the hospital today, I ran a few errands. I stopped a dress store I used to love on a whim, and bought a beautiful pastel green, blue and ivory three piece set. It's the first thing I've tried on in months that actually hides my mishapen condition. All I need is a place to wear it. I've got to call Dr. Nineteen Cats and make sure we're still on for New Years Eve. I just wish The Socialist could be there. Even if Dr. Nineteen Cats can't make it, I'll go out *somewhere*, even if it's just to take myself to dinner. I want to go somewhere looking nice and celebrate the past year and the coming year. I have a lot to be grateful for.