Important Health Update Break

I saw the surgeon today and it turns out I will need surgery for my Anal Fissure.  I am not surprised.  After numerous creams and baths, etc.  Nothing has worked and it is still the same.  He says this surgery is Outpatient and has a 90% success rate.  He just cuts into the sphincter.  That’s exactly the way he worded it..made it sound really simple.   He said there is a 3% chance of long range complications of witholding gas and feces. (sounds like eternal IBS.) Guess that’s a risk I’m willing to take to get rid of pain.

In other news, Nanowrimo has some really cool games you can play when you want to be distracted from simply writing on your story.  One I like is sort of like Add-A-Story which some of you may have played growing up.  Someone starts a story and stops when it gets good then someone else takes it over and so on and so on until it turns out totally funny.  Or, maybe everyone was timed until the story ended.  Anyway, in this case.. the story is actually written (if you could call it a story) with the last lines from stories people are writing.  Example:

Someones last line they wrote of their story was:  “She opened her eyes and saw a ghost.”

The next person’s was: “But Trapper Jon said it wasn’t true.”

The next person said:  “Leif, I don’t trust you.”..and so on.

 

Now put it together.  She opened her eyes and saw a ghost, but Trapper John said it wasn’t true.  “Leif, I don’t trust you..”

It really does start to sound funny after a while especailly when so many people seem to be writing science fiction pieces and you throw in a few stories (like mine) that aren’t science fiction.  Now, after a I add a few hundred words or so, I  like to add my last line to the game and read them to see what we’ve come up with.  By the time I get to the end of the reading; someone else has added something after me so it usually turns out pretty silly.

Back To School #5

9th/10th Grade- Mr. Yatlor (Man, I enjoy making up  or messing up names..)..Mr. Yatlor was really cool.  He taught English and Art.  I was in his English Class in 9th grade and TA ed for him in 10th.  As you can see, that was sort of trend with me.  Anyway, I remember in Mr. Yatlor’s class when I really liked this guy and we were coming up to reading Romeo and Juliet in class.  I was going to read the part of Juliet and I so wanted Jack to read Romeo.  So, I talked to Mr. Yatlor one day and asked him to make Jack read Romeo.  On my gosh, it was funny.  I read my part with such feeling and he was like a brick (if bricks could read.)  He hated every minute of it, you could tell.. but I secretly won that round and I was in the clouds.  Yes, Jack really was my Romeo…or so I thought.  We actually dated after high school and that’s a whole nother story.  It turned into a nightmare of sorts because Jack was a drug addict. ..but I digress;

The students called Mr. Yatlor; “Little Hitler” behind his back because he sort of looked like him.  He was a short man, and he sort of wore his hair and mustache the same way.  He was really nice though and would let you have some fun but.. if you didn’t do the work, your grades fell short..that’s just the way it was.  He was sort of stickler that way.

Ppart of my job as Teacher’s Aide was reading the Daily Bulletin to the class and for some reason, this was the time the class decided it would be fun to talk over me.  One day, I had a plan.  Every time they started loudly talking, I stopped reading.  After this happened twice.  I lost it and yelled at them:  “Look, I don’t have to read this!”  They looked at me in shock then looked at Mr. Yatlor as if to ask if I was allowed to yell at them.  Mr. Yatlor calmly looked back at them and said, “She’s right.  She doesn’t.”