Archive for May, 2005

Bathing Suit Shopping

Sunday, May 29th, 2005

Raise your hand if you tried to buy a new bathing suit this year.

The reason I ask is because I have already tried to go bathing suit shopping twice; the first time, I went to Macy’s and wound up buying a necklace and two bras. The second time, I went to Filene’s Basement, and bought nothing (though I did aquire a new pair of $5 sunglasses on 14th St., and bought some new postcards up at a certain stationery store). Is this the equivalent of Shopper’s Denial?

I’m not sure. But what I do know is that this year, I tried to buy a two-piece bathing suit, something I have not owned since I was 7 (possibly 4) years old. And the styles that are popular, the ultra-low-riding bikini bottom and the boyshort, are decidedly unflattering for me and probably many other ladies of a certain curvature…respectively, they either make me look like a little pyramid of love handles, or like my ass is a marshmallow. This just won’t do…while there are many New Yorkers who will wear a scary bathing suit with pride, I have decided that this season has defeated me (since it’s unlikely that I will lose another 10 or 15 pounds between now and the two or three times I bother to go to the beach this summer), and I will meekly sport my old, reliable navy blue tank suit. This bathing suit has never failed me; I just considered buying something a little bit more pretty and feminine and a little bit less conservative and Olympian. What was I thinking?

Miss Me?

Monday, May 23rd, 2005

Hey. Did you miss me? Did you notice I was gone? Are you even reading this? I fear I may have lost the one or two loyal/casual readers I even had to begin with, but it’s no one’s fault. As blase as this blog was before, having not posted in over a month probably increased its boring factor exponentially.

I will attempt a reconciliation, dear reader(s).

There are a couple of excuses and disclaimers.  Firstly, I was sick (no joke) for about 6 weeks.  I just finished my third (THIRD!) round of antibiotics about two days ago, and took my last mega-antihistimine/decongestant last night, after regaining (seriously!) full hearing in my left ear sometime in the past week.  Basically, my bronchitis (yes, the crud from the beginning of April) essentially moved uptown, Jeffersons-style, to reside in my upper respiratory system sometime around the middle of last month.  At first, I just couldn’t hear on one side.  But then…the PAIN.  The emergency room visit.  The confused PCP two weeks later.  And the bizarre tests at the ENT (though actually, these were fun; ever had a timpanogram?).  Finally, my saga ends this Thursday with my ENT checkup, where I will hopefully be told that I do not need to go for my referred hearing exams at the audiologist…

So there’s THAT.

But it’s true that, perhaps under different circumstances, I still would have been writing to this blog- if for no other reason than to complain, and delude myself that other people would be sympathetically browsing.  But that is not exactly the case.

What has been consuming vast quantities of my time is my Italian Guest.  There is plenty that I could say about this, but aside from complete lack of idle time, I also wanted to wait until I could be reasonably certain that neither he nor my friend K., who is his cousin, would ever read this.

The Italian, for those of you who are familiar with the situation, is endeavoring to maintain a steady atmosphere of sexual tension, despite the fact that I’m now firmly convinced that nothing will ever happen between us…  I really need to find a boyfriend.
Someone from this country.  Someone who clearly finds me attractive.  Don’t get me wrong, I think F. and I have both been enjoying this time together, but it’s still a tough situation, plus I haven’t been getting ANY work done…  He originally intended to move into a sublet room about 2 weeks ago, but the guy that I’d sort of connected him with has been unimaginably flaky.  So he’s still here.  Last night, we read The Doubtful Guest together.

So anyway, there you have it in a nutshell.  I’m alive.  I’m feeling somewhat guilty about my poor correspondence (not so much this blog, as being incomunicado to phone calls and e-mails) of late.  I’m basically okay, though the shit may very soon hit the fan with respect to school and work…  This post is already rather extended, but to sum up:
In the case of school, I have to somehow totally bowl over my psycho dissertation advisor with a lengthy, ingenious, and completely revamped lit review in a little less than a month, and possibly write a paper on Borderline Personality Disorder for an independent study in the next week despite having not read more than 2 chapters on the subject.
In the case of work, I will be saying farewell to all my patients in the next 10 days or so, and some of them are pretty upset; I hesitate to flatter myself by thinking that they all just really like working with me (as opposed to the inherent frustration they will experience in transferring over to a brand new person who doesn’t know them), but I know that at least a couple of them will genuinely be sad to see me personally go.  And lastly, I’m hoping to avoid a subpoena being threatened by the agency that referred Million-Dollar-Lady, as referenced in a previous post.  Apparently, she’s stated in court that the reason her evaluation is not yet completed is because our hospital has not provided her with enough appointments (rather than the fact that she’s completely missed 5 of the 10 appointments I tailored to HER schedule, and shown up late and/or left early for 4 more of those).  Crazy people- yay!

Well, this has been simultaneously exhaustive and in brief, hasn’t it?  If anyone is reading, thanks I guess…I hope it’s been mildly entertaining…
Ciao for now-