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Pardon The Interruption...
Forgive me for three things...
1) Interrupting the NTG Travel Diaries - a number of people have told me recently how much they're enjoying them, so many thanks for that, my beloved NTGers!
2) Taking forever to get the NTG Travel Diaries written and posted - I take great care in pretty much everything I put up here, and it has been a busy few weeks.
3) Co-opting the name of a popular ESPN sports talk show for the purposes of my blog. My apologies to fans of Michael Wilbon and Tony Kornheiser, for this post has nothing to do with them.
I have been sort of bogged down with the general stuff of life lately, so I wanted to check in briefly and fill you in on the recent happenings.
First off, the job... Turns out that I'll be looking for work again in a few weeks, since my company is likely to dissolve. I've been getting my edit reel together, and it's more or less finished. Now comes the arduous task of pavement-pounding to find that next stop along the road to independent wealth. However, my health coverage situation is a little tricky... I'll need to stay here for at least the month of June to make sure my benefits cover the aftermath of my upcoming surgery.
That's right, kids... JMP is going under the knife! Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell you with one photo of my throat (which some of you may consider to be gross, so be warned)...
CLICK HERE if you dare...
See those two large, pinkish-red masses in the very back of my throat? Those are my ludicrously enormous tonsils. See how they basically block off my entire esophagus, making otherwise-simple things like breathing and swallowing rather difficult?
So after June 15th, they won't be there anymore. It's a tonsillectomy for JMP, and from what my doctors have told me, the recovery is none-too-pleasant. When I met with the Ear Nose & Throat specialist last week, he laughed - actually LAUGHED - when I opened my mouth. "I look at big tonsils for a living," he quipped, "and those are the real deal!" From what he tells me, tonsillectomy recovery means ten straight days of "the worst sore throat imaginable" (his words), which I'll spend hopped up on various narcotics which barely make the pain bearable. I tried to keep a sunny outlook on this during my meeting with him. "Well, hey, at least I'll be able to catch up on a lot of movies." To which he replied "even your favorite movies won't be enjoyable, going through this." Thanks, dude. But at least he's more straight-forward and direct than any other doctor I've seen in recent memory. I respect a guy that can look a patient in the eyes and say "I do not envy your situation, as far as recovery goes."
The other consolation is that Ana (by the way, I have a girlfriend again... I seem to forget mentioning this type of thing on NTG until a couple months after-the-fact) has agreed to nurse me back to health. And regardless of what the doc says, ten days of hanging with her, drinking tea and milkshakes, sinking into the couch in a pill-induced stupor, watching movie after movie after movie... that sounds fine by me. Of course, I might be singing a different tune when I'm going through it...
BUT, something else that will get me through it is The World Cup! It begins June 9th and lasts a straight month, so I'll be mixing those games in with the movies. Plus the fact that it's baseball season (which makes me happy anyway) means that I'll have those games to watch too. I've been to two games so far this season, both of them landmarks for me since they were firsts for two epic types of games: last week I got to a Yankees/Red Sox game (many thanks to Michelle, and her clients who cancelled!), and Sunday night I made my first trip to Shea this season for Mets/Yankees. The hostility at both games was outstanding, but the Subway Series game took the cake. In my section alone, I saw at least 4 people forcibly removed by security, and the tension was thick from the second I got on the 7 train to get out to Flushing.
This was my view from section 21 of the upper deck:
And can someone please tell me why Kevin Reese has a black eye in his team picture?
Okay, that's enough of my babbling about recent haps... I'm sure I'll be typing at you more regularly from my convalescent bed (or rather, couch).
Now, back to the NTG Travel Diaries!
*****N*T*G*****
Never hesitate to comment!
1) Interrupting the NTG Travel Diaries - a number of people have told me recently how much they're enjoying them, so many thanks for that, my beloved NTGers!
2) Taking forever to get the NTG Travel Diaries written and posted - I take great care in pretty much everything I put up here, and it has been a busy few weeks.
3) Co-opting the name of a popular ESPN sports talk show for the purposes of my blog. My apologies to fans of Michael Wilbon and Tony Kornheiser, for this post has nothing to do with them.
I have been sort of bogged down with the general stuff of life lately, so I wanted to check in briefly and fill you in on the recent happenings.
First off, the job... Turns out that I'll be looking for work again in a few weeks, since my company is likely to dissolve. I've been getting my edit reel together, and it's more or less finished. Now comes the arduous task of pavement-pounding to find that next stop along the road to independent wealth. However, my health coverage situation is a little tricky... I'll need to stay here for at least the month of June to make sure my benefits cover the aftermath of my upcoming surgery.
That's right, kids... JMP is going under the knife! Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell you with one photo of my throat (which some of you may consider to be gross, so be warned)...
CLICK HERE if you dare...
See those two large, pinkish-red masses in the very back of my throat? Those are my ludicrously enormous tonsils. See how they basically block off my entire esophagus, making otherwise-simple things like breathing and swallowing rather difficult?
So after June 15th, they won't be there anymore. It's a tonsillectomy for JMP, and from what my doctors have told me, the recovery is none-too-pleasant. When I met with the Ear Nose & Throat specialist last week, he laughed - actually LAUGHED - when I opened my mouth. "I look at big tonsils for a living," he quipped, "and those are the real deal!" From what he tells me, tonsillectomy recovery means ten straight days of "the worst sore throat imaginable" (his words), which I'll spend hopped up on various narcotics which barely make the pain bearable. I tried to keep a sunny outlook on this during my meeting with him. "Well, hey, at least I'll be able to catch up on a lot of movies." To which he replied "even your favorite movies won't be enjoyable, going through this." Thanks, dude. But at least he's more straight-forward and direct than any other doctor I've seen in recent memory. I respect a guy that can look a patient in the eyes and say "I do not envy your situation, as far as recovery goes."
The other consolation is that Ana (by the way, I have a girlfriend again... I seem to forget mentioning this type of thing on NTG until a couple months after-the-fact) has agreed to nurse me back to health. And regardless of what the doc says, ten days of hanging with her, drinking tea and milkshakes, sinking into the couch in a pill-induced stupor, watching movie after movie after movie... that sounds fine by me. Of course, I might be singing a different tune when I'm going through it...
BUT, something else that will get me through it is The World Cup! It begins June 9th and lasts a straight month, so I'll be mixing those games in with the movies. Plus the fact that it's baseball season (which makes me happy anyway) means that I'll have those games to watch too. I've been to two games so far this season, both of them landmarks for me since they were firsts for two epic types of games: last week I got to a Yankees/Red Sox game (many thanks to Michelle, and her clients who cancelled!), and Sunday night I made my first trip to Shea this season for Mets/Yankees. The hostility at both games was outstanding, but the Subway Series game took the cake. In my section alone, I saw at least 4 people forcibly removed by security, and the tension was thick from the second I got on the 7 train to get out to Flushing.
This was my view from section 21 of the upper deck:
And can someone please tell me why Kevin Reese has a black eye in his team picture?
Okay, that's enough of my babbling about recent haps... I'm sure I'll be typing at you more regularly from my convalescent bed (or rather, couch).
Now, back to the NTG Travel Diaries!
*****N*T*G*****
Never hesitate to comment!
posted by JMP at 2:05 PM
3 Comments:
Damn, dude. You got me all excited that you were going to talk about PTI, one of my two favorite shows. I at least like the reference guide you attached.
BTW, when did you attempt to swallow those two basketballs?
-Jake
Sorry to disappoint bro... That's the great thing about getting home right around 6:45 though, I make it home right in time for the wrap-up. Those dudes are hilarious.
And yeah, the tonsils are ridiculous, right? I can't even eat sometimes because I can't get a full bite of chewed food past them. Frankly, I know the recovery is going to be hell, but I can deal with it for 10 days if it will alleviate the problem for the rest of my life.
um. . .do they ALWAYS look like that? because, yeah. . .yuck. and. .ouch.
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