For the past two hours I subjected to having myself poked, prodded, pulled, and x-rayed. Guess what? My butt is broken!
I have such enormous respect for all you doctors, nurses, interns and other medical types with the ability to learn and memorize the proper Latin names for every little region of the body. If I tell anyone else that my iliac crest, posterior and anterior superior iliac spines, sacrum, ischial spine, coccyx, ischial tuberosity, superior pubic ramus, inferior pubic ramus, pubic symphysis, public tubercle, and acetabulum are positively fucking killing me, they\’d look at me like I was an escapee from St E\’s. I have to scan in my x-rays at some point; they\’re so hysterically funny to me, looking at all the little cracks and displacements and whatnot, after years of doctors telling me that I was too pretty, too smart, and too young to have the pain I was describing. Bollocks! Fucking shit on all of you!
Okay, I\’m done now. After all the poking, it hurts too much to sit on my tush.
Oh… going away party here in DC at the empty apartment in Dupont Circle, Saturday, January 29th. I\’m going, I\’m going, I\’ll be gone, baby. Roundtrip tickets Jan 28-30th from Chicago O\’Hare to Dulles, $145; Portland to BWI, $207; Pittsburgh to Dulles, $124; Boston to BWI $102; Memphis to BWI, $204; all through Hotwire. Come see my ugly mug in the flesh one last time before I become completely unrecognizable. Actual e-vites soon.