Life update

Jun. 1st, 2009 05:02 pm
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It's been a busy few days weeks.

We went to New York for a bat mitzvah. Services in which everything has to be done twice (there were two girls sharing the service) are interminable. (I used Stellan as an excuse, and the first time he made an even vaguely fussy noise escaped with him outside and spent most of the rest of the time feeding him cheerios on a park bench.) Outside there were two vehicles ready to ferry people to each girl's separate afterparty: one was a stretch hummer limousine, the other a schoolbus. We went with the schoolbus. At the party I learned several things: A. thirteen year old girls look much younger than you expect, B. except for the ones that look much older than you expect, and C. all of them know how to do the Hannah Montana dance. (Also, D., there is a Hannah Montana dance. It is vaguely hoedown-related. Should you ever wish to impersonate a thirteen year old girl, tutorials are available.)

After that we went to California, where my dad's prostate cancer is being treated by MAD SCIENTISTS FROM TEH FUTURE. Seriously, this is completely awesome: they aim a particle accelerator, no really a real live particle accelerator at him once a day for a couple months, and shoot protons at him at relativistic speeds. My dad was geeking out on the technology almost as much as I was, describing the mold they made of his body to hold him in position (they call it his "pod") and the metal template which guides the beam -- basically a tumor-shaped stencil -- and the barcode system they use to match him with the correct pod and the correct template each time.

Seriously. Medical techniques which depend on particle-wave duality? Mad science from the future. They can aim the thing with 1mm precision. They can use it for retinal tumors. Crazy.

He's doing great -- the side effects are basically nil, he's pretty much acting like it's a long vacation. All the patients live in this same apartment complex; they go out for dinners and call each other "protoners" when they run into each other by the pool. I also got to see my sister and her family, for a day at Disneyland, which was great -- her kids are, true to cliche, Growing Up So Fast™.

Then we went to stay at [livejournal.com profile] squirrelhaven's brother's house before our flight home, because they live closest to the airport. Except that I woke up in the middle of the night with what we decided must be food poisoning, due to its impressively sudden onset and thorough effect. (I woke up feeling just fine, but with the dreamlike knowledge that I should be in the bathroom as soon as possible. So I went there. At which point my body simply emptied itself, efficiently and utterly.) So [livejournal.com profile] squirrelhaven changed our flights -- it was literally cheaper to just abandon the first tickets and buy new ones, for some reason -- and spent the day bringing me water to drink, and later confirmed that it was not food poisoning by coming down with it too.

I made what was either a noble decision -- get Stellan away from the source of infection! -- or an incredibly selfish one -- I just want to be home! -- and left [livejournal.com profile] squirrelhaven in the care of her brother's family while Stellan and I went to the airport. And missed our flight. So I changed our tickets again and went back to bring water to [livejournal.com profile] squirrelhaven which is what I should've been doing in the first place. And the next day we finally flew home, and Stellan was an absolute champ, waiting until wheels down in Hartford before puking all over me, rather than doing it at the beginning of the flight, which would've been disgusting, or on a fellow passenger, which would've been mortifying. (He's fine, it was an overstimulation puke, not a desperately-sick-with-stomach-flu puke.) Her brother's family is sick now. I feel bad about that. But I'm glad we're not there anymore.

And now we're home, and that doesn't bring us totally up to date but does provide a good stopping place for the time being.

Date: 2009-06-02 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] osirusbrisbane.livejournal.com
Bar/bat mitzvah services are often interminable anyway. Actually, most services are interminable anyway.

Anyway, (in case I hadn't used that word enough), sounds like you had an adventuresome time. Welcome back.

Date: 2009-06-02 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ellinor.livejournal.com
Whoo! Exhausting just to read about.

:) smiles -

Date: 2009-06-02 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissam805.livejournal.com
Reminds me of Lorelai's first flight home from Hawaii when she waited until the wheels touched down at LAX before completely fouling her diaper. Great cousins think alike.

Date: 2009-06-02 12:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kassrachel.livejournal.com
Even though I knew all of these things, somehow reading about them in one fell swoop is kind of overwhelming. :-) Damn.

Date: 2009-06-02 01:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] winterborne.livejournal.com
I know I don't really want prostate cancer, but somehow you have made the protoner lifestyle incredibly compelling.

Date: 2009-06-02 02:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shgb.livejournal.com
best wishes for your dad.

chances are one of the males posting comments here will get prostate cancer... hopefully by then the protoner will be available at the drug store.

Date: 2009-06-04 09:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] samtheeagle.livejournal.com
I could tell you my sick-on-an-international-flight puke story, straight out of Airplane (the movie), but no.

Glad you're feeling better and home safe, yo.
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