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Friday . May 16 . 2003 . 7:07pm the honeymoon is over In my last entry, did I say that I was going to update again tomorrow? Because by "tomorrow," I meant, "at the end of the week." Just to clarify. I think that aside from waking up at 6:00am every morning (not on purpose), we're over the worst of the jet lag, and starting to get back into our regular schedules. Of course, most of our days now seem consumed with dealing with wedding aftermath: 1.) While we were away, our apartment seems to have become infested with ants. I don't think it's crazy-infested, more like a few errant ant trails here and there, forming little clusters around invisible food crumbs, but not a huge deal. However, Joe seems to have some sort of crazed hatred for ants, stemming from a formative experience at his first apartment in California, where they had a major ant problem and resorted to everything but napalm to get rid of the industrious little buggers. (Heh. "Buggers.") There was one very unfortunate story involving a bowl of Raisin Bran full of ants. Also, another story (grosser still, to me), involving a grey wall-to-wall carpet that appeared to be shimmering and waving, like a mirage in the dessert. Only it wasn't an optical illusion, it was actually a carpet full of ANTS. Gah. So anyway, ants to me, not a big deal. Ants to Joe, World War III. We have all manners of sprays and traps, though, and they appear to be working, though we're hesitant about being too zealous with the bug poisons, as we fear they will rapidly become dog poisons. 2.) Speaking of dogs, Cooper is suffering some minor medical fallout from her two weeks in the kennel. First of all, she has some sort of indurated pustule on her right wrist that appears to be getting bigger. We took her to see the vet, who told me that it wasn't a pustule, it was a wart, but I think he's wrong. It's fluctuant, and there's clearly a pus collection under there. Nevertheless, the vet gave us wart medicine to put on the growth, instructing us to bring The Coop back in two weeks if it's not better, in which case he'd lance it under general anesthesia. Again, I disagree, as that seems to be overkill, especially for (his working theory) a wart. But then again, I'm pretty sure that they'd give Cooper ketamine for the procedure, and who knows, she might like that. Additionally, since she got home, Cooper has been having episodes of mild, dribbling incontinence while sleeping. It doesn't happen every time she sleeps, and it doesn't happen when she's awake, but there have been a bunch of times that she's woken up from a nap with her hindquarters soaked in urine. This, of course, incites her to shake off. Not good, people. Doing my internet research like a neurotic little dog owner, I was worried that it might be a post-spaying estrogen-depletion syndrome characterized by a weakened urinary sphincter. The vet seems to think it's a urinary tract infection from "sleeping on concrete" (??) and gave her an antibiotic shot. I'd rather it be a UTI than that estrogen-depletion thing, as that would require lifelong medication, but I'm not entirely convinced by his "concrete" etiology. 3.) Both of us have a lot of paperwork to catch up on, not the least of which is stuff for our residency programs. I myself had to take some sort of online course in infection control, required of all New York State healthcare practitioners, and which I'd been putting off for some time now. I don't know why I did. There was some sort of online curriculum that you had to read through, and questions you had to answer, but in retrospect, I wish I had skipped all the reading parts and went straight for the questions, because they were ridiculous. Which of the below is TRUE with respect to infection control in the hospital? a.) Gloves are for total wusses. b.) Always rub the patient's blood directly onto your own open wounds. c.) Use rusty surgical tools covered with old blood clots and hairballs. d.) Washing your hands with soap is good. Yes, but anyway, because I promised, here are some honeymoon photos. Just a few, though, because I'm a busy lady. Here we are at the Colosseum in Rome. I'm not entirely sure if I'm spelling "Colosseum" right, but I figure it's like "colossal," right? Look how nice and sunny Rome was. Look how warm. Here, it's like 58 degrees or something. Anyway, we had actually tried to go see the Colosseum the day before this, but we couldn't get in, because Paul Macartney was apparently having this great big concert right in front, and all his little roadie types were setting up the stage and roping stuff off. Damn you, Paul! You're not the boss of me. Here's us at Trevi Fountain, of "three coins, in a fountain" fame. ("Flintstones, meet the Flintstones..." If anyone knows what the hell I'm talking about with that, you get a prize.) Anyway, you're supposed to throw coins into the fountain over your shoulder with your hand over your heart. One coin means you'll return to Rome sometime in the future. Two coins means you'll get married. And three coins means you'll get divorced. (So we only threw one coin each.) We got to go up Mount Etna, which was pretty cool. Everything up there looked like some moonscape scene, all covered with volcanic ash and lava rocks. I don't know who that old lady is in the background, but I really want to photoshop her out. What's so interesting back there, lady? Here's Joe on the beach at Taormina. He doesn't like this photo, because it's a total skin shot of him, so just don't tell him I put it up. The Greek ruins at Selinunte. This was cool because you could climb all over the ruins and stand up on the old alters and stuff pretending to be Greek. This was the opera house at Palermo, which you may remember from the final scene of Godfather III, in which Sofia Coppola gets shot for being such a bad actress. ("Hey cuz...") I totally wanted to take a picture of me standing on the steps going, "AAAAARGH!" like Michael Corleone, but the gates were closed. OK, enough visual tomfoolery. Time to go rub wart cream on the dog and take her for a walk. xo Michelle |
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