Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I am indeed un chien Andalusia

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 exp
erience 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!


Allison said...

I love that photo of you and the other Marthas I presume?

Thank-you for the Pixies song, which will be stuck in my head all day. No really, thanks. I needed something good in there. :)

I certainly hope you're allowed computer usage, I need my Barbara fix. However, please do take care of yourself, and computer use (especially on a laptop) can't be good for the eyes whilst healing.

I send you talking telegrams for the next two weeks.

Allison said...

* I WILL send you talking telegrams. ;)

Charlie said...

Good, good, good, good, good, etc. luck!


Considering I now spend my days with my ever increasingly sore eyeballs affixed to a computer screen I would say your computer time may be limited.

All the best for a speedy recovery! Let's get together as soon as you can! (Wear a mask when in the hospital, I don't want you picking up any H1N1 as a bonus!)

PS (Those 3 measly pics don't count as your Marthas weekend update do they? Cuz if so I PROTEST!!! I WANT DETAILS!) :)

justrun said...

Eeeeee! Eye surgery is the only thing in the world that makes me cringe. I even had lasik and, man, I got about 4 seconds into the dvd and almost hurled. So, um, GOOD LUCK! I am sure you'll be fine! No need to eeeeeee, I will do that for you. See what a wonderful friend I am?

Anonymous said...

All the best Barb...don't let those docs/nurses touch you without washing their hands first! And be sensible while healing.

mister anchovy said...

Good luck with the surgery. Too bad about the cat litter.

Wandering Coyote said...

Good luck with the surgery, Barbara, and heal quickly!

bloody awful poetry said...

Good luck with the surgery!And I can't send you talking telegrams, but telepathic messages of goodwill shall be soaring across the oceans.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It is me and two of the other Marthas, in all their glory, Al. Pixies really did just suit the moment and continue to be firmly implanted in my brain today. I wonder if the surgeon takes musical requests?
Talking telegrams are a great invention, aren't they?

Thanks, Charlie, the more goods the better.

Never fear, Urban Blonde, loads more Martha pix are forthcoming. There will be a veritable barrage.
Looking forward to seeing you on Friday!

I really appreciate you looking after the eeeeeeeeeing for me, Justrun. It will free up my mind to look after the yucking.

As you know, I never let anybody touch me without washing their hands first, Berni, and I will be vigilant that they don't start picking their noses or anything.

I sure am going to miss cleaning that litter box, Mr Anchovy. It's incredible the lengths one must go to in order to get a break from the litter box duties.

I will be healing as fast as I possibly can, Wandering Coyote. I will be needing my bloggy fixes.

I can feel the fresh ocean breezes coming along with those telepathic wishes, BAP. Very refreshing, thanks!

Evelyne said...

Good luck with the surgery.

You just reminded me that I wanted to check when Pop Montreal is and bands that are playing this year. I hope that you'll have the chance to come next year!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I am pencilling next year's POP Montreal into my calendar right now, Evelyne! Maybe we can take in a few shows together?

Gifted Typist said...

martha and the muffin, lovely

justacoolcat said...

Great review. I felt like I was there, about to get my eyes cut by a surgeon. The music review was excellent too; heartbreak and insanity are two musical themes that go together like chocolate and peanut butter.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Muffin tops, you mean, Gifted? (You'd be right.)

Why thank you, JustA, and you are so right, I know I always add a little heartbreak and insanity to my chocolate and peanut butter mix. Tastes like victory.