Invisible roommates are often the best kind.

And, frankly, when he is visible he's pretty hott and has a great accent so it's win/win (unless he starts stinkin' up the joint with his boy germs and, to be honest, the place is already stunk up with boy germs. they're just from 2 boy cats and one old man dog).

Ow. Yeah, I'm so badly in need of love and comfort right now, but the person I want it from is the one in the hospital.

Ow.

I think pretty-boy-with-accent boy germs are the good sort of boy germs—like the pro-biotics of boy germs. I'll send you folding money if you put a sticky on his back that says, "Live and active cultures" next time he's home.

So let me be Captain Logic, and remind the pit of your stomach to ease up on you a bit.

Thanks, Steph. I'll try to listen.

Okay, then. Don't make me kick your stomach's ass!

...or something like that.

One thing with anesthesia recovery, my husband never remembers the recovery room, even if he's been having lucid conversations with me and the doctor. It's very weird.

It didn't help that they let me into to see her while she was still coming out of anesthesia, and that was about the scariest thing I've ever seen. She was awake, but not seeing, making noise but not talking, and moving in random ways. It was VERY distressing.

I swear, that is one of the worst things ever--seeing someone you love that out of it.

DH doesn't deal well with anesthesia and when he had his wisdom teeth out, he started to get violent coming out of it. They called me back into the room to try to calm him down and I was nearly in tears by the time he became coherent.

Invisible roommates are often the best kind.

And ones that don't mind sharing their Oreos are also good.

Did they at least give a reason why?

Only that some of my numbers weren't right. Although I picked up from the last meeting that they were pressed for time and may not want to take the time for me to get oriented. Not that I don't feel strung along here--I think if they wanted to, they could take the time to get me where I could produce for them and it would be a benefit to them. But whatever. It's their loss. I'm going to bill them at a higher rate since I'll have to pay taxes on this money, though. My prices as an contractor are higher than if I was an employee.

One thing with anesthesia recovery, my husband never remembers the recovery room, even if he's been having lucid conversations with me and the doctor. It's very weird.

When I had my back surgery, I went from (1) being in the OR, with the anesthesiologist telling me he was about to increase the anesthesia; to (2) a brief moment of being aware of being in the recovery room and wondering why I was lying on my back; to (3) suddenly being aware that I was in my hospital room, with the bed propped up to sitting position, and I was mid-conversation with my parents, who had turned the TV to "Jaws."

Very surreal -- both the regaining full awareness mid-conversation, AND the fact that "Jaws" was practically the first thing I saw after being sliced open. (When I asked why it was on, Mom said, "I started watching it in the waiting room, and I wanted to see how it ends." Ah, Mom.)

They called me back into the room to try to calm him down and I was nearly in tears by the time he became coherent.

I've done that. Hubby was fighting the ICU people, sitting up when they thought they had him sufficiently tranked. Once I was able to get a hand on him and he could hear me, though, he calmed right down. They let me stay after that.

Got a callback for a phone interview for one of the jobs I've applied for recently. Whoot! I won't even know which job it is or how much I want it until I get home and check my computer, but, god damn, what a relief to at least get a nibble.

Third time's the charm? The interview for a job I think I really want has been re-re-scheduled to a week from tomorrow.

Cashmere, I'm sorry the job folks got your hopes up and then dicked you around. I hope you can charge them heavily for your time and bother.