Post-Philippines Day 2

Today self went to Costco and purchased garbanzo beans.

Why?  Because that was on an old grocery list she doesn’t even remember writing, but which she dredged up from her desk drawer yesterday.  She has no idea what she wanted the garbanzo beans for.  A Mexican chipotle dish?  To mix with salad greens?

She also bought Benadryl, which she uses to help tame her insomnia.  And Salonpas, for an extremely stiff neck.

She drove hubby to the office —  thankfully, not at his usual departure time of 5 a.m.  But she did wake up early anyway:  the dogs were whining to be fed.

She’s begun reading back issues of Vanity Fair.  There are four issues still wrapped in plastic:  November and December 2010, and January and February 2011.  The March 2011 (the annual Hollywood issue, this one with Ryan Reynolds, Jake Gyllenhaal, Anne Hathaway, and James Franco on the cover) arrived just today.  In the October 2010 issue, the one with Lindsay Lohan on the cover, which she was halfway through when she left in January, she learns that “The Killers” front man, Brandon Flowers, has issued a solo album.  She skips all the usual chit-chat about new perfume launches and “in” restaurants.

This morning, self saw that a tree in the yard of the neighbor directly across the street is absolutely covered in white blooms, and that the yellow Rabble Rouser rose bush by her front door is also blooming.  It feels like spring.

She tried, for the third or fourth time, to reach Dearest Mum.  As usual, she was out.  She’s been sleeping at Jun’s, the maid said.

Aside from this, there is no news about either the Philippines or Bacolod:  it’s as though the people self spent so much time with,  just a week ago, have simply vanished —  poof!  No Big House, No Ida, No L’Fisher Chalet, No Manang Elenita or Manong Genray or Manang Marilou or Mae.  No Lacson Street with the red Chinese lanterns.  No Ecology townhouses.  No Zack.

Oh, wait, there is something:  this nasty nasty cough, a last, stubborn souvenir of her trip.  A mere tickle at the back of her throat during her last days in Manila, it bloomed, finally, on the plane home.  Yesterday, when she spent most of her time driving hubby all over the place, it smote her down and kept her up half the night.

Oh Gods of Sleep, please let self have some rest tonight.  So that she can awaken bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready for work tomorrow.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

The Unexpected

Self’s toe-nails are eggshell-blue: niece Anita painted them two days before self left Manila. She told self: “Pretend you’re my Mom, OK? And we’re in Africa? And let me paint your toe-nails!”  Anita is the dearest, dearest girl.

Self starts putting in hours at the Writing Center on Wednesday. Good. She misses the students, misses reading their papers.

Today, about mid-morning, hubby called from his office: “Can you come get me? I’m not feeling well.”

So self drove to his office in Mountain View. Then she drove him to the doctor. Then to a lab for blood tests. Then to another place for a CT scan. Then to CVS Pharmacy for some prescription pain-killers.

Self was just thinking how funny it is:  Yesterday, she was sitting in a plane that had u-turned back to Narita.  She thought nothing could possibly top that.  But today, when she spent practically all her time driving hubby to doctor’s appointments, came pretty close. Oh, sweet mystery of life.

While hubby was having his CT scan, self scurried over to Costco and stocked up on such necessities as boneless chicken thighs, soft drinks, and yogurt. When she got back to him, hubby said the radiologist had seemed very grave. In fact, he wouldn’t tell hubby what he saw on the scan.

“It must be serious. Don’t tell my Mom or Andrew that I’m dying,” hubby admonished her.  What an odd thing to say!

Why would self tell her mother-in-law? Why would she tell son? She would do no such thing.

An hour after getting home, the radiologist called: It was kidney stones. The radiologist told hubby he should drink at least 12 glasses of water a day. Hubby then called his office and happily informed his boss that he had kidney stones and would be missing a few days of work.

Let’s see, what else?

Hubby has apparently become expert at giving Gracie her insulin injections. Self fixed it so that Gracie would be boarding at the vet’s during the week, but hubby would pick her up on weekends. This helped because the vet had a 24-hour nurse on duty, and Gracie was truly sick. Self couldn’t have timed her trip better! Now hubby is absolutely adamant that he should be the one giving Gracie her injections. Self prays this access of energy lasts!

Today self asked hubby if Gracie had a favorite nurse. “Yes, the pretty one,” hubby said.

See, it worked! Self’s plan worked! BWAH HA HA HAAAA!

Self’s plants look quite healthy, in spite of self not being on hand to water three times a week. Which means she was probably overdoing the watering. This afternoon, self left the side gate open while she inspected the front yard. She turned around and suddenly, there was Gracie! She had followed self all the way outside!

Oh, Gracie! And the day is so beautiful!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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