I’ve also had another tattoo idea. A red balloon on a string.
Because sometimes you have to hold tightly the things you like. Sometimes you have to let them go.It’s a thought, anyway.
Q:garlic whipped feta? Ummmm ... recipe?? My love of cheese and garlic needs this inside me.
Super super simple.
1/2 cup of feta
1 clove of garlic, chopped
Plenty of black pepper
A squeeze or so of lemon juice
A few tablespoons of olive oil
Puree that mofo until smooth. Add more olive oil if needed to get a light, creamy texture.
Today, I cooked a meal for myself
Smoked salmon and polenta with garlic whipped feta and grilled fennel.
Someone be proud of me, please?
Whenever I finish live-blogging an adventure like dropping a couch on my foot, passing out, convulsing and visiting a hospital in another state, I feel like Ruby Rhod at the latter part of The Fifth Element, signing off on the evening show after the fight in Fhloston Paradise.
Thanks for all the well-wishes and requests that I go to the hospital
Between you and Ellen and Mark and friends from home who saw my tumblr and sent frantic messages, my team at work whom I had to inform so someone could take over my on-call duty, it always comes as a pleasant surprise how much I’m cared about.
I’m on Ellen’s couch, foot elevated, drinking red wine, now.
Thank you all, I love ya.
You’re the only person I know that could look that happy in a hospital bed.
So, just a vasovagal reaction. Nothing broken.
Ellen is an engineer for the company that made this hospital bed, so she and Mark have been screwing with all the levers on it, not caring that I’ve been on the edge of death*.
* You know, not really.
New Jersey, your karma is awful.
So, I just finished dismantling Ellen’s couch and chaise combination about 20 minutes ago. I was moving the big back piece on a hand truck when it started tipping. It fell and landed squarely on my foot.
Hurt like a motherfucker, but more fun was when I started feeling faint and the edges of my vision started going gray as colour drained from my face.
Ellen and her boyfriend, Mark, got me into the apartment where there were pillows and ice packs. That’s when I passed out. Oh, and apparently, started convulsing.
Yup, I passed out and seized for about 5-10 seconds as I came back into consciousness. My first words when I came to, only barely aware that my body had just had some kind of fit?
"What the fuck was that?"
Ice for 15, off for 15. Nothing is broken, but this is going to swell like crazy.