Thursday, June 7, 2012

"Toothless" Plays the Waiting Game

Prissy swishes her tail back and forth (in a happy way) on my lap.  The theme from the "Pirates of the Carribean" flicks rollicks along from my Grooveshark.  And I'm missing a few teeth.

My pain medicine is rather temperamental, but I'm truly thankful for it when it works.  Wisdom teeth removal happened two days ago, and really I've been doing way better than is usually expected for a recovery.

I was pretty freaked out driving to Dr. Rudman's, having never even had a shot in my entire life before.  Never broken a bone or nothin' (knock on wood).  What would anesthetic be like?  I was nearly trembling, and singing along for dear life to the radio, trying to breathe steadily.  Mom and I prayed beforehand.. that helped.  So too did seeing the mom of my dear friend Billie in the waiting room... turns out that marvelous girl had gone in for the procedure just a half hour before!  What a nice coincidence :)

After a nervousness-driven PDA with my madre in front of the entire office, I soldiered on behind a kind Hispanic woman into the room.  Oh yay-- Bruno Mars playing and a big sunny window.  Both the assistant and the surgeon were very calming as I lay back and tried to play some Jamie Grace in my head, waiting for the IV.  It was very easy not to watch.  And it barely pinched.  I watched the IV dripping and braced myself for some sort of freaky twilight-sleep experience.

The dripping's the last I remember.  It was like waking up from a nap (wasn't it supposed to be just a local anesthetic?) and seeing the clock... an hour had passed.  The assistant helped my unsteady self into a sort of recovery room for a few minutes and I watched her bustle about.  It's over?  That's it?  Wow!



I couldn't really move my gauze-stuffed mouth to talk, which was frustrating cuz I really wanted to chatter on about the experience.  I was totally alert and normal-feeling besides the issues walking as straight line.  With me leaning on our shopping cart, us two females shuffled through Hy-Vee for prescription pick up and pudding and jell-o and ice cream.

After being pampered and laid to rest on the basement couch, I zonked out for an hour or two, awakening to feel 100% normal.  Kara and Meghan were sweet enough to drop by and give me a cherry berry chiller from Mickey D's, the dears.   Then our neighbors C & L came over to watch Big Bang Theory with us and delivered a homemade choc milkshake.  They were surprised to see me so chipper and running all over the house.

The "chipperness" ended at about bedtime, at which point the pain meds decided to stop working.  It would be 2 a.m. before the lousiness wore off and I could pass out on top of a stack of pillows (you're s'posed to keep your head elevated).  The newest episode of the "Bachelorette" was my only company.  Yeah, I know, I had the same distaste for the very idea of the show initially too, but the girl's actually pretty grounded, thinks things through, and there seems to be some genuine dudes.


Today I've had some MAJOR mouth pain, but this morning was able to go out and actually take some pics for the paper.  Just checked out lots of Roger Ebert move review collections (love that witty gentleman), and the new Sherlock Holmes film.  Refusing to be productive with some serious guilt.  But but but.. I'm leaving in a few weeks for like the whole summer to do nothing but a) be away from my family, b) be away from the internet, c) be away from pretty much any kind of un-productivity, d) be away from anything familiar.  *starts freaking out again*

But just like my first little minor surgery experience, God's gonna hold my hand through this mission trip too. He's just as close beside me whilst getting an IV as across the ocean with folks I've never met.
And I don't think He's as harsh with me as I am with myself about the whole chilling out hardcore business.  At least I hope not.

This has been quite the post.  Thanks for reading any of it you managed to stay awake through :)

Hugs, Eliza

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Waiting for Jim Caviezel in my hotel room //

Hi reader(s)!  I'm in Minnesota in a hotel room, a Holiday Inn express to be exact, just outside the Twin Cities.  Listening to screaming, happy children in the pool just outside our sliding glass door, and to Mom scrolling through movies on her Droid (like the one where I finally shot skeet).  Television viewing has been banned by parental mandate until 10 and I realllllyyyy NEED to watch Person of Interest : D

Why POI is the bestest show since Monk or something::

* The plotline is delicious and original and sucks you in, never to see the light of day again.  Just kidding about the light of day part (that's a Ree-ism)

*  The characters are loveable and exciting

*  Like, no cussing and the violence is clean (how can killing people be clean?)

* It was voted Best New TV Drama at the People's Choice awards

*  Both my cooking-extraordinaire cousin in KC, glued-eternally-to-360 brother, and television-is-usually-stupid-believer mother (I understand her viewpoint)  all are addicted to it as well.  That's quite the demographic to sink it's claws into.

* Um, JIM CAVIEZEL!!!!

Let me elaborate on that last point... pleeeaase!


  Here's Jim being gritty and intense.  This is to prove he is NOT just another pretty face... and that even his sad face is gut wrenchingly beautiful.  (What's with the fur? you may ask.  He's play William Tell.  And speaking of previous movies, Jim's also been a perfect Count of Monte Cristo and Jesus in The Passion.)


  Those beautiful blue eyes..  sigh



















Here's dear Cavi being all oily and digitally shot.. but this is so you can bask in his lovely smile.  Kind of like when the sun sets over the ocean.


Jim as Reece... suave,
ninja-like, real, gorgeous,
smart, caring, hurt by things,
gorgeous...

So, he was my Valentine this year.  And I'm waiting until 10, when the TV ban lifts like the black plague retreating from Europe and I can chug down another POI ep.

If this little montage has not convinced you to check out CBS.com and watch one, I have failed and should probably fill up vending machines for the rest of my life.  (Not that there's anything wrong with filling up vending machines.  If you can live with being a part of the American obesity problem, live and let live.  You should probably just ignore that last part.  It was a bit offensive.)

Here's the link to full, recent eps.  If you ever get a chance to watch the pilot it helps a lot, plus it was so stinkin' good !!
http://www.cbs.com/shows/person_of_interest/

*****

In other news, I got my ears pierced today.  We were in Mall of America, the famb'ly I live with and my big brother and my little nephew Oliver with eyes bluer than Jim Caviezel's and legs that never stop going and going as they're attached to his 11-month-old body.  Wish I could upload a pic, but getting it from Mom's phone to blogger is a bit of a challenge.

Anyway, in MOA, we're going up the escalator in pursuit of Ragstock or something, and we gain altitude next to a nose stud stand.  A bright yellow gem catches my eye and I give Mom this fake intense face, saying "Mom.  I need to get you that nose stud because I love you."  And Brice is like, "you want your nose pierced?"  And was like, "ah, no!! But I would ears sometime maybe".

My sneaky 30-year-old brother orchestrates a "chance encounter" with a Pagoda stand (they do free piercing and earring combos, like Claire's).  "My birthday present.  Do it!"

Thirty minutes later, after earring examinations, soul searching, Stuart's large lack of enthusiasm, Mom's belief that this event is about as important as my spleen being removed, and Brice's peer pressure, I was sitting in a chair while this pretty woman with Chinese heritage punched a hole in both lobes.  In just the perfect spot, we made sure of that.  It just felt like someone pinched me.  I feel a LOT more pain at the chiropractor on a bi-weekly basis when she adjusts my sore plantar fascias.  There they were... two twinkly, silver stainless steel orbs in my ears, just teeny tiny.  My ears were red and felt sore for the next three hours, but my heart felt grown up.  I stood just a little straighter.  Mom really warmed up to my new ears.  She hasn't stopped smiling over them yet.  (Phew!)

So, yeah, Jim: I'm available and have really cute studs twinkling beneath my auditory canals.  You should probably find my hotel room and say hi.  (1 more hour!!)

*****

This next bit is going to sound a little wierd to you maybe, but I've gotta spit it out.  Sometimes I turn Jim Caviezel into an idol.  I think things like "Jim is so much more real than Jesus.  I mean, I can't see Jesus".  Then I remember that Jesus created things of beauty like Jim.  And so, the potter is always more pretty than the clay, right?  More strong, more caring, more always-say-the-right-thing.  More totally in my hotel room.  More "I'm totally going to see you someday, Eliza".  So I can't wait to meet Jesus.  He is going to be infinitely awesomer than Jim Caviezel.  YEAH!

Yesterday I was sitting with the book of John open on my lap and a thought slapped upside the head (this one was a lot better).  People actually SAW Jesus.  Do you ever realize that?  Like, John actually leaned against his chest while he was eating supper.  A little girl felt his healing touch and was brought up out of a pitch black sleep of death.  A woman with a hurtful past knelt at his feet and cried, gushed in adoration.  And Jesus was GOD!! God!  People stared into the eyes of a human form of GOD!  The God that set ecosystems, protein production, genetics, all the animals, made all the babies.... people SAW Him!  And I'M going to see Him!  Whoa.  I literally sat there and just let my jaw drag on the floor for a few solid minutes.

I hope you know Him.  Because of Him, a girl with twinkly ear lobes stands just a little taller, and enjoys her Valentine a little more.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

news i must not hold inside

I have to pee, so fortunately for you this post will be quick.

There are a few tidbits of news that I cannot hold inside.  This weekend's been awfully exciting.

First of all, I realllllyyy want to go to Northwestern College in Orange City now.  Oh, sigh.  What loveliness.  And I'm no longer scared of college.  The world is a beautiful place.  Scholarships would make it even beautifuller.

Secondly, I may go to France this summer.  I haven't even told Kara this (who I visited NWC with less than 24 hours ago).  It's rather new.  There's a mission trip opportunity for 1 1/2 months(?)  to tell kids and communities about Jesus there with Teen Missions International using puppets, vacation Bible school, discussion.. that sort of thing.  I'd start at a boot camp in Florida for team building to get us raw, real, and ready.  Huge.  Huge.

Thirdly, I just noticed how jerky my blogging is.  The periods pop up like potholes in a road and you can hear  brakes screeching or something.  But here in my kitchen all I hear is the pleasant tapping of my keys and El Tejano Spanish music (very happy noises).  This is why my dear friends are mistaken about the quality of my blogging skills... periods work better when one is using one's voice instead of one's blogging style.  Ah, speaking.  My real forte.  I am really in love with the sound of my own voice.  Oh dear.  That's why a summer in France is a good idea.

Love, E