I'm not sure if the wisest way to prepare for eye surgery is to wander around the house singing Pixies' Debaser, but I can't seem to exorcise it from the running playlist that is my brain. Maybe I can request they play it tomorrow while the surgeon slices up my eyeball and sucks out the cataracts. I wonder if he is a Pixies' fan?
There is no such thing as a great time for eye surgery of course, but it would appear that my timing particularly sucks. Not only have I had to turn down a media pass to attend Rifflandia (which looks incredibly awesome god damn it) in Victoria this weekend, but I have also had to decline an invitation to POP Montreal next weekend, as I get to do the whole eyeball slicing thing all over again on the other eye next week.
Since I am not allowed to bend over to clean the litter box for the next two weeks (proving that in every dark cloud there is indeed a lining of glistening silver), I doubt very much that I could wrangle permission to fly.
Should the cabin experience a sudden change in air pressure, an oxygen mask will drop down from the ceiling in front of you. Use it to scoop up and store the eyeball that has suddenly popped out of your skull.
I am not a very good patient. I am abysmal at lying around healing, as is evidenced by having once written all my Christmas cards while waiting in recovery to be released from emergency day surgery. So I have a massive list of projects that I hope to accomplish over the next two weeks while I am disallowed from exercise and straining my eyes. I shall present the list to the surgeon tomorrow for approval. I sure hope computer usage gets the nod, because I have loads of pictures to show you, anecdotes from recent trips, and the usual lists and rants. That can't cause eye strain, surely?
Since I'm not entirely sure how much computer usage I will be permitted over the next couple of weeks, I leave you with my most recent BC Musician Magazine article, featuring a rock star encounter I had at this summer's Sled Island Music Festival. Nothing says I miss you like a little shameless self-promotion.
Wish me luck, kiddos!