Gifts and More

Gifts

In addition to all the pampering I've received at my parents' house, I've also received some pretty nice gifts:

flowers
national enquirer and new yorker magazines
socks with birds on them
coffee
a giant microbe, salmonella

I read the enquirer cover to cover. There's a lot of news in there. And I think most of it is true.

The giant microbe made me laugh so hard I though I was going to burst the stitches. I had to put it away, I was laughing so hard. The story behind the microbe is: I saw a story on the news about how some Dole melons were tainted with salmonella. I got a fruit cup with my lunch and there were melons in it. I didn't know what the whole melon story was so I was unsure if I should eat the fruit cup. Okay, okay, I was afraid to. This is a fear as rational as the fear that I had on Friday morning. I was putting some papers back into my backpack while waiting to be be brought to the pre-op room (that's where they put the IV in) and I got a paper cut. Panic instantly set in. I was imagining getting MRSA from the paper cut and ended up telling the nurse. "Lynn, I'm worried about my paper cut." She was very nice about it and squirted some antiseptic foam on it. It cleaned it out, and also made my super super dry skin* nice and moisturized because it has emollients in it.

Anyway, I called my sister to see if she'd eat the melons but she wasn't home. So I called Cate and she said she wouldn't eat it. Since someone confirmed my fears, I asked the nice boy who delivered the food if I could have a banana instead.

Later that night, Cate and fam came to visit and brought me the microbe from the Museum of Science. Now it's on the top of the bookshelf where I can see it from my bed. It's really cute. I'll post a pic when I get home. I don't have the upload cord here.

* My skin was super super dry because I had to shower twice with antiseptic soap before the surgery. The stuff is called Hibiclens and smells like pretty bad, like chemicals I remember using at the WPI kitchen to fill the mop sink. But it's good to use before surgery so I followed protocol.

More

Today, Mom and I had a laughing fit. We were watching Ellen, and right before the commercial break, they said "Coming up next, Chandra Wilson." Mom said: "OH, that John Travolta has a house in Maine. I'm not sure where but..." I started laughing, couldn't stop, then tried to stop to tell Mom that it was Chandra who was up next, not John. Chandra/John Travolta: they sort of sound alike. That kept us laughing for about 5 minutes. The pain, the pain. :)

Now, I'm off to go Google John Travolta and Maine to find out where his house is.