Well, not only is my wrist feeling better, my brain is working much better than it was yesterday in that haze of drugs.

Also, apparently I'm allergic to ones of the materials they used in the dressing, which was a fun discovery today.

So my day today consisted of waking up, making breakfast (which was delicious because I didn't eat much yesterday/was hyped on Vicodin and didn't taste what I did, except for that chocolate chip muffin which was the best muffin ever, probably because of the drugs), tooling around on the internet for a while looking for clothes for my job this winter, and then sleeping. Now I'm awake again, and I'm probably going to eat some dinner and then go back to sleep, because Benadryl + Vicodin = very sleepy Joanna.

Fixing Things

So I got my wrist fixed today. Actually, I probably shouldn't be writing this because it doesn't feel awesome to move my fingers and takes a while longer to type than usual.

Anyway, went in this morning and was completely nervous until they brought me back, at which point everything calmed down a lot. Also, apparently hospitals have cushy chairs now instead of beds for outpatient surgeries.
So I put on my silly gown and housecoat and slipper socks (comfiest best thing ever) and sat there and met with like 4 people about what was going to be done and what kind of anesthesia they were going to use and then I finally got to go in and get on the table in the very chilly operating room.
Also, they had to run an IV, which I've never had before, and it feels so weird! I could feel the cold liquid running through my veins and I got so chilly!
So they put me out, and I woke up 45 minutes later on the table while they were dressing my wrist and started talking about pie. Yeah. No, I have no idea where that came from. For some reason, my next conscious memory after conking out was talking about pie.

Then I went to recovery, and everything was a lot more painful than they expected, so not only did I get the Vicodin I was supposed to, but also morphine because it hurt so much.

And now I'm all fuzzed out on Vicodin and my wrist hurts and I'm gonna go to sleep or watch a movie or something that doesn't involve moving.

Oh, and I got a chocolate chip muffin in recovery! Muffin and chocolate, together? Awesome.

Also, there were about 11 typos in this that I fixed because I can't type well right now and my brain isn't really working well either.

3-Minute Chocolate Fix

So there's this magical recipe circling the interwebs for a 3-minutes, microwaveable chocolate cake in a mug.
It's not the best chocolate cake ever, but it sure does fix those cravings.


Microwave Chocolate Cake
from Dizzy Dee

Ingredients:

4 Tablespoons cake flour
4 Tablespoons sugar
2 Tablespoons cocoa
1 Egg
3 Tablespoons milk
3 Tablespoons oil
1 Mug

Mix flour, sugar and cocoa
Spoon in 1 egg
Pour in milk and oil, and mix well
Put in microwave for 3 minutes on maximum power

Now I tend to add chocolate savings to this, but they get a tad charred.

However, whatever you do, do not, I repeat DO NOT, try to add marshmallows in an attempt to add some gooey deliciousness to your cake.
You know what marshmallows do in the microwave?

They make everything end in tears.



Of laughter.

If you should choose to add marshmallows, they are delicious. Be prepared to clean up, or have kids around who want to pick it all off the microwave plate before you wash it (which I totally did not do....).

Oh, and get ready to hold your sides from laughing so much.

It's de-lightful, it's de-licious...

It's De-Lovely

So you know how sometimes you just need to watch a sad movie? I do this periodically to get the emotions out of my system so I can go on as my normal, ice-queen-ish self, and avoid bursting into tears at particularly touching movies or around people.

My go to movie is De-Lovely, the charmingly sad story of Cole and Linda Porter, complete with awesome music.

One of my favorite tear jerker scenes is when everyone is singing to Blow Gabriel Blow and Cole is just about to die. There is so much love there, as every major player in his life sings to him and says goodbye.

And then, as the lights slowly fade, he and Linda sing In the Still of the Night:

In the still of the night
As I gaze from my window
At the moon in it's flight
My thoughts all stray to you

In the still of the night
All the world is in slumber
All the times without number
Darling when I say to you

Do you love me, as I love you?
Are you my life to be, my dream come true?
Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight?

Like the moon growing dim
On the rim of the hill
In the chill, still of the night

And, to send you off from this slightly melancholy missive, the one lyric that will always stay in my head and I will sing forever:

There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Every time we say goodbye

Ever have one of those moments?

You know the type.

The kind that makes you doubt everything and makes you feel all alone.

So I had one of those "connections" today. Something that, if I lived in New York or LA or Chicago, would be up on Craigslist in the Missed Connections section.
"You dropped your change at the supermarket, and I picked it up for you, and then all the air in the world disappeared for just a moment. You left and turned right in your blue minivan while I turned left in my black Saab. Let's relive that shocking breathlessness."

If only.

But it got me to thinking. As everyone well knows, I suck at emotions and relationships. I haven't even had anything you could truly call a relationship.
Right now, however, I am in a mutual state of missing with someone.

I miss him dearly.
Sometimes, at the most random times, while I'm eating a lobster roll or just sitting there or watching an adorable couple on vacation (it happens a lot here), I miss him.
Or while we're chatting, and I'm wishing I could hear him saying these things, not just read them...
Or when my day has been terrible and I'm cranky and I can't deal with anyone and I feel like I'm going to pull my hair out, and he sends me just a few words and my whole day is better...

Or sometimes, when it's late at night and the thought of going to bed alone seems like an insurmountable task...

And my heart aches a little bit.

Because the Internet is More Interesting than Cleaning

Drastic Decisions

So I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do with my life.

For a really long time, I wanted to work for the government, maybe go into the Foreign Service or the CIA, but now I'm looking at an all together different CIA.

That is, the Culinary Institute of America.

Cooking has always been there for me. When things go wrong, I know I can always go bake something or make a meal and it will work. Yes, I may clang things around a lot and possibly drop not one, not two, but three eggs on the floor (yes, it has happened), but in the end it all works. As long as I don't run out of eggs.

All jokes aside, I am actually serious about this. I may not get into the CIA, but I'm certainly applying there, as well as a handful of other culinary schools, both domestic and international.

Side note: Le Cordon Bleu has a €1500 application fee. Just for the application. Damn.

Anyway, I'm officially transferring from RIT after fall quarter. This is my notice to you all. At the moment, I'm not sure whether I will be immediately transferring for winter term or taking some time off to work as an au pair in France, but either way, fall will be my last term at RIT.

As such, I fully expect it to be awesome.