I've been a bit overwhelmed (in some areas) and underwhelmed (in others). Case(s) in point:
1. THE BIG SICK-ER FIASCO
A week ago I went to the ER for a seriously painful/frightening problem (if I haven't told you what prompted me to go to the ER by now, I'm not going to tell you here). We were wisked in right away (it was around midnight on a Sat.) and then waited FOREVER to be seen. Then the most incompetent doctor in the universe examined me (what later turned out to be an abscessed cyst) and proclaimed that my bladder and uterus had "dropped." He asked me several times how many kids had I had -- after I had told him, the nurse, and the registration form that I was not able to have children. No pain meds, shoddy, rash diagnosis. Then I was off to the ultrasound where they determined my insides had not, in fact, dropped. Blood taken. Sent home with a rx for meds I am allergic to (also I had made note of this on my forms). Three more days of intense pain, then saw my regular doctor who fixed me all up. A grand total of four days of fever, pain, pain, not being able to sit down, and um, pain.
2. WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
Our wedding anniversary, August 9, fell smack dab in the middle of above crisis. Fun. We went for dinner instead of hotel-by-the-beach-glorious-relaxation. We went to a really great cajun seafood place downtown and returned home so I could take more medication and a bath.
3. POETRY CYCLE, ON THE DOWNSIDE
Rejections from The Tiny, The Hat, and The Bedside Guide. I don't feel a tad bad, though. I still love those pubs and know not to take it personally. I've had a great run recently and now it's someone else's turn. C'est la vie.
4. IF I HAVEN'T RESPONDED TO YOUR EMAIL
or post on MySpace, I will soon, I promise. As soon as I
5. FINISH MY SECOND PACKET
for Bennington. God. First packet sent in, returned, wonderful. I love working with Amy Gerstler. This packet -- lord. I'm having such a time with it. In the middle of all the craziness, etc. that's been going on, I can't seem to WRITE ANYTHING. I have to mail the packet off in about 12 days and have exactly 2 poems (+ 2 to revise) written. I need to have 8 poems + 2 3-5 page annotations/book reviews/essays. I'm going to die.
6. PEBBLE LAKE REVIEW
7. THE LAST HURRAH (FOR NOW)
We said goodbye to Todd last week at dinner at Barnaby's and drinks at Onion Creek. He's made it to NYC driving a giant U-Haul. Not recommended.

8. I'M BETTER, WILL WORK
for the next 675 days while finishing the MFA. Please call me then. Just kidding.