At WNS tonight, we were to dine on baked ziti.
I was a little late getting to Asbury, but I still made it there before the meal arrived.
That meant the salad course would be separate from the dinner, not alongside.
No worries, that's the way it is at restaurants!
So I sat with Sherry Giddens and her husband, as well as Emily Garrard and her husband, plus Barb Gooby, sans husband.
By 6 PM, the entree had arrived!
Time to put my Lactaid pill to use!
Or not, as it turned out.
I told Kathy Hodges, "Even with my post-amnesia brain, I know that isn't baked ziti."
She had looked at me, perplexed, and asked, "When did you have amnesia?"
Then it was my turn to be perplexed!
Yikes!
"That's my post-anesthesia brain at it again! I didn't even realize I said the wrong word!"
She thought that was pretty funny!
But it was absolutely true.
Post anesthesia, I have learned not to trust my brain.
It's still on the numb-dumb drugs for well over a week after that juice is turned off.
I liken it to going on a bender and still being drunk from tequila.
That's why, when Dr. Cobb wanted me to go in for surgery on November 1st, I'd told him I needed more time to get things in order before I went under the needle.
That's why he'd waited until the following week.
And the reason he had the ablation on a Thursday instead of a Friday?
That was because he listened to me when I told him I preferred not a Friday, so that if I needed to call his office about pain, he would be there.
Yeah, he's definitely a good one!
I know he's had lots of experience since he first worked on me in February of 2022.
I could tell this time that everyone in EP had done this cardiac ablation procedure many, many times in the 32 months which have elapsed since my first one in March of that year.
How fortunate for me that they are such experts now!
I'm glad to have had the cardiac ablation instead of the other procedure.
I'd had nightmares after the DCC with its accompanying Transesophageal Echocardiography.
Dr. Cobb had suggested the DCC-TEE when I'd seen him for my last 6-month check up.
That had been the last Monday of October.
I explained to him that I'd rather have the ablation again, and why.
So, that's what I had last Thursday.
Good for me for speaking up!
Now, it's not even been a week and I've been almost back to my busy, vibrant self!
Well, all except the logic circuits of my brain.
Even so, I can still recognize things that are patently untrue, like beef stew not being the same thing as baked ziti.
I rented that one because Danielle Houston had said on fb that it was one of her favorite musicals.
Although the 1974 movie was entertaining -
and a mash-up of "Fame", "The Phantom Of The Opera", and "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" -
it was not a musical.
Like "Fame", it was a concert movie.
Had it been a play, it would be like "Once".
Most def -not- a musical.
Every time anyone sang it was because they were performing a song in concert.
Any time anyone danced it was because they were doing so at a concert.
No spontaneous singing or dancing by anyone, ever.
Still, I'm glad to have seen it and look forward to talking about it with her the next time I see her.
And the photo?
That's the "Phantom", wearing the mask after melting off half his face when he fell into an album printing machine.
He's hard at work completing his musical masterpiece, having signed a deal - in blood - that guarantees it will be a success.
Paul Williams is fabulous as the orchestrator of that Faustian contract.
I'll watch it again, as I've rented it, though I had thought it was to be a $1 Movie Night reward from Comcast.
Apparently not, as I must have used that for "Enchanted" and not had another.
That means this movie cost me $3.99.
Yep, a second viewing is needed to justify that.
Silly post-anesthesia brain.
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