Whirlwind or Slow Motion?
Well, appendectomies seem to come at the absolute worst times. Not only have I been rendered useless when it comes to painting (which was what was on schedule this week) but also moving heavy crap (which is on schedule for next week). At least I'll be able to clean the apartment and not feel like a complete loser while Marni slaves away at the house. At least she's had some great help from her Dad and Walt (both are absolutely awesome!). Her dad, of course, came to see the show and brought the Bullock brood--or as much as could come, and Walt's just an all-around wicked-sweet guy! He's also in the play I directed as inspector George Jenkins, so you should definitely check it out this final weekend!
So they've been over at the house working, Marni basically every waking moment and moment that she's not on stage, and everyone else when they can help. And I've been sleeping. A lot. It's pretty much what I've done for the last couple of days. Slept. Which makes me feel like crap knowing that everyone else is working their butts off!
One of the worst parts of it is that I wasn't feeling well enough to go see my show. I couldn't tell my actors that they rocked, couldn't watch them rock the house. That's one of the most depressing things. I'm just so exhausted...and I'm not even doing anything. At least I don't have much pain other than the incision area where they had to get through a little muscle to get to the appendix (I have muscle!).
Marni's been absolutely wonderful, as you can imagine, though it is wearing thin on her since she's overwhelming herself a thousandfold with the stuff that the both of us were overwhelmed with before. She's strong and will make it through, though. Only two weeks and we'll be in San Diego with Steve and Randy and then on to Hawaii.
Of course, we have to move out of the apartment, which is almost all big stuff that we haven't been able to take in small loads here and there, clean the apartment, get the bills/mortgage/etc setup for autopay, and get the house into at least enough order to be able to leave it for three weeks without feeling like we're grotesquely unprepared to return.
So here I am, sitting at the computer, waiting for Marni to come home from painting with Walt so that we can go visit my mom and show her that I'm really, truly okay and not going to die any time soon (until I see the bill, maybe). At least I had a dream where I was in a Chinese emperor's household and worked in the kitchen. I basically moved prepared dishes from the kitchen to the table and placed them in the proper place. That was my entire function in life 24/7. The pasteries and dishes were amazing! It was a banquet for millions, it seemed. The entire dream was in Chinese with subtitles, so I knew what was going on. Whenever the Emperor finished eating, he would have all of the remaining food sent to the poorest districts and distributed.
At least I'm having interesting dreams even if I'm not anything remotely useful.
