So I was lucid enough to ask a question about consent forms. I got a response. Then I paused a bit waiting to ask about videotaping the procedure.
Next thing I knew, I was in the post-op area with a big fat bandage around my right hand. Too late.
In about 12 hours, I\’ll be going under for a surgery on my right hand. The same hand that I broke earlier this year when skiing. Scary. Intimidating. But since I am 24 with no previous medical history, it should be fine.
The instructions said not to eat after 6 am and to take a shower prior to surgery. A friend suggested that I ask for a video tape of the procedure. But the question is whether I want to see it or not?
Although I would love to have a digital version of my hand x-ray and mri.
Every so often, my parents ask me, \”What happened to [insert name]?\”
In any life, the people you used to know 5 years ago aren\’t the same people you know now. The people you knew a year ago may have drifted or stayed. But in all lives, people come and ago. Some people say that the ones that matter stay, but it\’s not that. It\’s the circumstance and the context.
Recently, I got in touch with someone I knew 6 years ago. I mentioned that I was in Southern California in early June and he (playfully) scolded me for not calling him. But to me, it was an awkward situation. We aren\’t the same people as we were when I was on the brink of college. We wouldn\’t connect the same way as we did before. But it\’s the reconnection of what used to be, not what it is now.
A friend told me once how he would visit San Francisco to see his elementary school friends. They were people he wouldn\’t associate with if he met them now. And yet, he would travel cross-country to see them. For their connections as children and the time that has passed for friendship.
What I wonder is at what length is a friendship so strong that it is nearly engraved in stone? More than 4 years ago, I was friends with someone who I can say did make an impact on my life. The shared gossip, the internet drama, our quirks. And so time has passed. And we move on but we can only remember the great moments.
I have returned to California! Somewhat relieved. Note to self, never agree to split a single hotel room with 2 double beds with 6 other girls. It\’s just uncomfortable and cramped.
Pictures to come!
Today, I felt so old. Out of all the things I agreed to do in NY, I agreed to go to MTV\’s TRL with my sister and my sister\’s friends. Being 24, I had just made the age cutoff.
I was rushing from finally buying my crumpler bag in SoHo (yes, after 2 earlier failed attempts) and grabbing food at Grand Central before getting to Times Square. But we stood outside of the MTV studio for more than hour before they let us in. All the girls were made up and dressed up in colors (white is not allowed on screen). We stood outside the doors to the actual studio for another hour. Paris Hilton was the special guest. I knew next to nothing about the top 10 songs that were being played (sad, considering how much I used to watch MTV in high school). Basically, we clapped and cheered. During the commercial breaks, the PR person picked some audience members to dance. Then whoever danced the best got a MTV t-shirt. It was rather interesting.
The thing about MTV is that its formula is great. It successfully has established itself as an icon for teenagers–the rebellion, the mainstream, the celebrities. I bought into it, but now that I am older, I can\’t buy into the bright flashing colors and the shallowness of the \”so what\’s your favorite song?\” and eating contests to win concert tickets.
Once in a lifetime kind of deal I guess. Never again. I\’ll do the SNL or Conan O\’Brien show if I ever come back to NYC and want to attend a tv taping.
But no more MTV. Although I have to admit I do like watching Made – only because I like watching failures turn into success even if it\’s contrived.
I met Lele today. After almost 4 years! At this point, I must have met every single online friend I have in person. That\’s what I get for living in California and having the ambition to travel!
Surprisingly, the Chinatown bus wasn\’t that bad. The Chinese employees were rude as expected, but not to the detriment of the service. Everyone on the bus seemed grumpy and unhappy (except for the elderly Chinese passengers who seemed jubiant as they conversed with each other). What a deal really. I had intended to wake up early, but accidentally woke up around 11 am and got to South Station right before 1 pm. I walked directly to the Fung Wah ticket booth and got a ticket. Ushered quickly, I found a seat in the back where I sat for about 4.5 hours to NYC from Boston.
But then I decided to be cheap and take a subway to the hotel. Mistake, since I took the wrong lines and walked in the wrong directions a couple of times. It took nearly two hours to get from Chinatown to the UN area. Next time, I\’ll cab it.
To me, if something is important to you, then you\’ll make time for it no matter what circumstances.
Right? For instance, my friend\’s birthday party. I ask her for input for flyers I created as well as a event proposal and to get details down. Too busy to do so. I admit I am guilty as well.
When I am busy…I don\’t keep my room in a neat and orderly manner. I don\’t respond to e-mails as efficiently (but I have imposed a 24 hour rule for myself). I don\’t wash dishes. But it\’s a matter of priorities for me: people, myself, work/school, everything else. I will always brush my teeth every night. I will always return phone calls. And I will always call/im/blog comment with my sister nearly every day.
My third time to Boston. This time around, less touristy things and I have been experiencing how it\’s like to really live here. More or less.
I am helping my friend Lisa pack since she\’s moving to another apartment next weekend. We went to have dinner at Legal Seafoods (great clam chowder) and see a movie ($9.75 for a movie???). Dropped by Shaw\’s (grocery store) and Brooks (drugstore).
In the end, any city is only great because of the people. The people you know. You can pretty much do the same thing in any city–the grocery store, the drugstore, the restaurants–but it only seems better because of the company.
Today, I am supposed to \”play\” at a softball game, but we all know how that goes. I am currently wearing a miniskirt just to make sure I won\’t get dragged into the game.