I'm Just Sitting Here

 

We have a half day of school today, so it's 11:15 and we have just a period and a half to go. Out at 12:25. There's not a soul in the library at the moment except me, although there have been people in and out all morning. Oh, here comes a kid. He looks very excited to be here. I've got music playing on the iPhone lying on the desk beside the computer.

 

K and the J-Date thing. The whole "level of Jewish" thing is all in her head; certainly none of it is in mine. It's her perception that other Jewish people might not consider her Jewish enough, if Jewish enough is something they're looking for. It's entirely irrelevant in the real world, and even to her in the real world; she just doesn't see herself as a candidate for J-Date.

 

(The only one my kids can't easily pull off is Irish, because nobody believes them if they claim to be Irish. K especially, with her curly hair, claims Italian and nobody blinks, and of course, they both have an Italian last name, as I do for 32+ years. Not that any of it matters in the least; it's never more than a factoid of varying interest, depending on who you are and what you care about. But my kids are as Irish as they are Italian, and Jewish on my side. They're American mutts.)

 

My mission for today after school is to get the food shopping done for tomorrow night, and then get my nails done, and then go home and be on vacation, and maybe do some Wii Fit. I did some yesterday, so it's not out of the realm of possibility. My guts are not 100% -- and never will be in this life -- but I'd say I'm running at about 80% capacity for Crohn's, so that's not much of a problem. More on the health thing in a moment.

 

I'm on the brink of deciding to acquire a new obsession. Y'know, these things usually just catch me; I don't generally plan for them and think ahead of time. But here's what I'm thinking about: Fiestaware. I don't actually have good china -- or need it -- and my everyday dishes are white Corel, about 20 years old. Am I due for something nice? Should I pick a color and stick with it, or a color scheme, or just go rainbow crazy? Answers, please! Who are the Fiesta people out there? And do I have time to pick up a couple of serving pieces for tomorrow night? Tune in next time ...

 

Okay, so here's an interesting medical conundrum. I may have mentioned, or maybe not, that the rheumatologist wants to put me on stronger medication, an "injectible," which is something I would give myself injections of at home, or something I would get every eight weeks or so in a three hour IV drip at the doctor's office. I have some reluctance to go with either of these, and will be doing a lot of research and questioning. My Crohn's is essentially under control -- they're Crohn's treatments, too -- so he's doing this to try to knock out my arthritis pain, primarily, but it would also affect the Crohn's meds I take, and therefore, how my condition is managed. But here's an interesting tidbit of information:

 

New Jersey is on the brink of legalizing medical marijuana. I've read the legislation. I would most certainly qualify for it.

 

I'm thinking, shouldn't I try that before I go whole hog into the injectibles? I doubt that I would have to change my current meds; the mm would complement it, helping both the pain and the spasmic activity that goes along with what I've got. And I'm thinking, waaaaaay more fun than a three hour IV drip, no?

 

Just a thought there. Seriously, if I wanted to try it now, I'm sure I could come up with any number of avenues to get some, but I've always taken that teacher thing pretty seriously, and certainly have not touched a drop -- a crumb, a leaf, a whatever -- since I signed my contract nearly 33 years ago. But if it becomes legal, then I think it would be worth a shot. The worst it can do is not help me.

 

Don't get me wrong, I am not hobbling around like a little old .... whatever, there's no politically correct word that fits the end of that sentence. You know what I mean. I come to work every day, I Wii Fit, I'm going to a wedding next year. I stand up relatively straight. I do have some level of pain all the time, but it's not debilitating; I could have this all much worse. (Did I tell you that the rhematologist -- his name is Gross, btw; I don't want to type that rh word anymore -- says that I have bursitis in my hips? So I have bursitis now? What's next, leprosy? WIll I have to go to a special leprosy doctor, then? What the hell could his name be, I wonder; I've already got a doctor who's Gross.)

 

I have my Happy mix playing, so right now I'm listening to the Kinks' "Come Dancing," which I love. I'll see what's next, and then post ... wait for it ...

 

"California Girls." Have a happy day, y'all.