Grr, I can’t think of a sweet title for this post.  Mostly because I just woke up and I have two entirely unrelated things bouncing around in my head that my brain is like PUT THESE ON THE INTERNET ALREADY and so I have to do it.  (Really that’s why I blog: my brain gives me no peace if I don’t.)

Thing #1

Last night I watched CSI at my house.  I KNOW, I KNOW!!  We don’t even have an official TV!

For the Olympics that begin next weekend (7 days, 12 1/2 hours from right now, to be exact) we rigged up a setup that turns my laptop into a TV.  We plug this thingy into it and it acts as a receiver or something, then we attach a digital antenna that we got at Best Buy.

The digital antenna is about as moody as woman on fertility drugs, though, because it won’t pull down CBS unless either Joey is touching it, or he has it smashed up against the plate glass window.  NBC (the Olympics station) isn’t that much trouble, fortunately.  We just have to put it on top of the bookshelf, basically on the ceiling.  Then it works just fine.

Anyway, we watched CSI last night.  And I really liked it.

Thing #2

My dermatologist called me yesterday afternoon.  The results from my Staph culture were back and – guess what! – that’s exactly what was wrong with my face.  UNFORTUNATELY, I had decided (independently and without consulting Joey, of course) that there was really no way that’s what it was; it had to be, like, a zombie zit from the underworld or something. I had pretty much stopped taking the medicines she gave me because it seemed like it was getting better on its own.

So when the nurse told me to continue using the topical antibiotic twice daily for 3 weeks and the oral antibiotic once daily for 3 weeks I was tempted to ask if the 3 weeks started from LAST Friday, or THIS Friday.  But she was probably assuming I had been a responsible patient (which I usually am) and had been obedeient.

To save face, I let her keep that assumption…and then I went home and slathered Bactroban all over my face and popped my pill.

I told Joey I hadn’t been taking my medicine and he sighed (which he usually has to do a lot with me) and told me I had better get back on the horse.

No problem.

Don’t want my face swelling all up again, nosiree bob.