On Friday, Nathan had knee surgery. What followed was supposed to be a restful if painful and drug-hazed recovery for him, and a functional staycation for me while I played at being a nurse and earned some serious credit the week before my birthday. I’m not sure how much credit I’ve earned, but the pain pills aren’t hazing Nathan up as much as I think he was hoping they would, and it turns out running out for ice a couple times a day is kind of annoying. Oh, yeah, and I think I’m getting sick, the day I have to go back to work. Most disturbingly of all, we’ve spent an inordinate amount of time watching DVD on tv, and to my horror I have discovered I have way too much in common with 30 Rock’s Liz Lemon, which wouldn’t be so bad if I hadn’t actually gone to events this weekend where it would’ve been nice to look like a functioning human (last night I went to the SFWA’s New York reception for the first time, during which, by my count, I experienced only one true Failed Conversational Gambit and dropped my purse only once while attempting to hang it on my umbrella. I believe I invoked mixed martial arts only once as well, which is probably a positive. I also met no less than ten really wonderful people and saw a Michael Jackson impersonator).
In addition, this weekend I managed several updates to my evil empire of WordPress pages and slept as late as Nathan’s pain pills allowed every morning…so actually…I guess if you discount the acute social anxiety made worse by watching too much 30 Rock…it was a pretty great few days. Oh, yes, and Nathan’s doing just fine, except that he’s just reminded me that we haven’t had breakfast yet. Back to home nursing detail!
