I think it is just your jammy's...

At least that is what I think she said at 11pm after shoulder surgery. Of course, I was on a lot of pain meds. After all, I had a Mumfords Acromioplasty at 3:30 that afternoon. That is where they take out part of the clavical (1/4 inch off the end) and take a bone spur off the shoulder. Well, it wasn't the p.j.s. I developed an allergic reaction to Hydrocodone. After all I have done for that medicine, the many surgeries, mini-freakouts followed by the obligatory stress headache, not to mention all of the times they could not find my appendix but sent me home with meds anyway. You would have thought it would have treated me better. But hives in the middle of the night, that is just cruel. Luckily, my knight in shining armour (Phil) valiantly called the dr and promptly got me another prescription. Darvocet to the rescue.
I know you are wondering where I have been. Well, in the days preceeding the surgery it very difficult to type so this just sort of fell to the wayside as I tried to keep up with my job. And any of you who know me, know how hard and demanding my job can be. I mean only last friday, I only had a two hour lunch and the UC was out of donuts. Can you imagine the horrors that I face one a daily basis?
Alot has been going on lately. Phil and I celebrated our 14th anniversary on Jan 15. I was just chatting with a stoodent and I said that 14 years ago I was moving to Phoenix and she asked if I had ever moved back. I didn't know what to say so I said no, I still live there. Then she asked if I commuted everyday. When I responded Phoenix Arizona, she just say ya. She needs to be an entry in my upcoming book "There is no shame in not going to college." Of course that will be after my prize winning self help book "Husbands: The Real Baby of the Family." I used a colon so that it would sound scholarly and you are welcome. Another student ask if she could pass a class without taking it. I said no you pretty much have to take classes to pass them and she just looked confused. But then she left and that is all I really care about.
Yesterday, I wrote my prospectus--well really it is just a prosp cause it isn't complete enough to get the whole word. Then I sent it to the chair of my committee and I forgot to attach it to the email, so I guess that I really did not send it. I thought that was just about perfect. I hope that this does not foreshadow the up coming thesis hill that I must climb, minus my own sherpa!!
Well, I shall close here for the day. I am sorry that so many of you have felt the pain of my absence, but each new day brings new hope.
P.S. I am sorry for any errors you find.