The Michael Jackson ploy

It's all about the Michael Jackson drug Protosomething which I not only can't spell or pronounce. but I've had! For me it's really a miracle drug. Not that I'm such an expert on these drugs but I've had this one twice for recent surgeries or almost surgeries and the plus for me is that I don't wake up and immediately throw up. This time I felt like the star of the tv program ER with people swirling around and large pieces of lighting equipment focusing on me and I was deliciously witty and all of a sudden it's several hours later and you're waking up. Michael Jackson used this drug to sleep but everytime I've had it the result is that I am there chatting up a storm and all of a sudden I'm out and not around for some kind of operation. You're there, you're out and then you wake UP. No, I said, I want to sleep more. But no these people are ruthless and turf you out of your cocoon to struggle home so that you can re-cocoon yourself.

But of course I was hungry. So Arnie and I had a picnic in bed and dined on absolutely delicious fried chicken from the new Hill Country take out place. Yum. They've had some bad blogger reviews but for me it was all good, greasy and tasty. It's all been down hill from there because that dinner in bed was just a harbinger of no mobility, boring and nutritionally PC meals, no swanning around the city or even walking around the apartment. Nada.

Thursday was my last day of full mobility but since I couldn't eat or drink for the 8hours prior to the operation, I was unable to indulge one of my great pastimes which is LUNCH. But this day I had a fake lunch. They ate and I watched. Carefully.

We are in the middle of researching high schools for Kate and in New York it ain't simple. You don't simply walk your child to the high school on the corner and enroll them. This system has more bells and whistles than a cammel auction. I am consulting with parents who have been through this process and so we swapped tales of getting into high school over a small cafe tables at Union Square. Actually this woman I met with works in PR at the New School so it was thoroughly enjoyable on several levels.

Home and then off to the doctors for this dreaded bunion/hammer toe operation. It was fine. A big success and my foot is still attached to my leg and I am back at work and feel tired. I'm not taking the subway to work at all because of the distances and stairs and so it's all about Taxis.