I hate Vista

Paladin’s laptop is driving me insane.  There’s a reason I prefer a desktop pc.  It’s like sitting in front of a typewriter.  The laptop is not only Vista-screwy but the connection here at the hotel is iffy at times.  When it is good, I come to the realization that Paladin is a computer hog.  lol  He lives and breathes the newspaper and now he’s gotten into Facebook.  I don’t mind that much.  It’s just that at home there’s a computer for each of us and when he’s doing his thing I can be doing mine.  Here I’m stuck watching Maury Povich which truly must be a fate worse than death.  And those few moments when Paladin does go offline, I mostly spend trying to medicate him or rubbing his neck.  I don’t mind that bit though.  I don’t even mind his dvd choice of two seasons of Greatest American Hero.  Obviously, I’m whipped.

If you’ve got Facebook, you may have seen my “I married Chunk from the Goonies” comment.  I swear on a stack of Bibles that is precisely what he looked like for the first 2 days!  Only worse because he is also bloody and stapled.  I took pictures but this stupid laptop takes an act of God to get them from the camera to a file to a file that will actually open it.  Lovely.  Still, I paint a pretty picture, non?  I keep messing with him that he looks like Cher on the left side of his head.  The kicker is that because of the way they did the “facial re-animation” he looks happy all the time on that side.  I’m going to have to figure out his “angry face” all over again.  Now, the best he can do is “wryly bemused”.  lol  The cool part is that when he is drugged up we kiss and he tries to feel me up.  He gets all mushy because I’m here taking care of him.  To which, I usually reply, “What else would I do?”  Then there’s this flash across his face and I realize that he’s thinking of Mull and how she’d left him alone through the vast majority of his brain tumor treatment.  You know, they even LOST HIM for about a week when he was at Walter Reid and she just didn’t answer the phone or give a sh*t!  That’s just inhuman!  So, I definitely don’t mind him going mushy.  He gets this look on his face like “I can’t get any luckier than this” and it makes me melt.  All that would be even better if we hadn’t been surprised by a little factoid the day before the surgery:  NO SEX FOR 6 WEEKS!  How do they not mention this?  Uh, hello!  That’s a slightly important bit of info!  I know that we’re not exactly newlyweds since we’ve been together almost a year now, but it was important information to us.  The day before they dropped this bomb, Paladin had been talking about a day or two of *ahem* honeymooning.  That’s out now.

Pre-surgery, we actually got out for an hour or so to meet up with Tabitha.  Hi, Tabi!  *waving* It’s the first time I’ve met a blog friend.  And, you know what I realized after?  Totally forgot the camera!  Tres sucky!  I’m so going to take a camera next time.  And, we will be getting over to her place.  I’d have gone yesterday, but Paladin feels like crap and I hate to leave him alone that way. 

I have such cabin fever.  I talked myself out of dragging along my 100lb. sewing machine, and I have nothing constructive to do.  Paladin mentioned going out to see the sights, but I’m quite dubious about driving around here.  Although I braved the Saturday traffic to pick him up from Wilford Hall and I only almost got into an accident once!  I maintain it was the other lady’s fault.  Why would you sit in someone’s blindspot and leave just enough space between you and the car ahead of you as to give them the impression that the person behind you was letting them in?  I had a blinker on.  Didn’t you think that might mean I was moving over?  I think I quite literally scared the crap out of her.  It’s a good thing they shot Paladin up with Demerol right before we left.  lol  I’m not much on cities or on sightseeing.  I’m a lousy vacationer.  I’m not sure I know how it’s supposed to work.  My idea of time off is 2 days in a dark room with good cable & movies and lots of sleep.  But 2 days is about all I can take of that.  That’s as long as I can be a slug.  I wish I could rent a dog or a garden or something!  This thumb twiddling is getting to me.  The kicker is that we have appointments for every single day.  So, you lose about 4 hours out of each day between getting to the shuttle to Wilford Hall and then the appointment and then getting the shuttle back to BAMC.  So what do you really get a chance to do?  Keep in mind that we’re old and pretty much roll things up when the sun goes down.  Sad but true. 

Did I mention that?  The Ft. Hood shooter is right next door.  That’s a pain.  We carry stuff with us everywhere.  We’re old.  It’s a requirement.  And, now every time we move somebody wants to look at our bags.  I’m still wondering why they didn’t take him to Walter Reid. 

Eh, I’m rambling.  And now I’ve run out of time.  I’ve got to go wake up, Cher and get him ready for the next appointment.  Byes!