Ciggies and other butts
By AcidWorkz
Week in review
Word is going around in the office about my imminent departure. What did I expect? This is a newsroom, after all. Every journalist worth his salt loves a delicious tale, and one such as this - of love, death, and decadent designer splurges - is bound to make its rounds. Here’s an update:
1. My leave of absence has been approved by management. I fly out from Singapore to New York on Friday, Dec 8. By that time Rusty would have just moved into our new apartment, and I will be in time to assist putting on the final decorating touches.
2. Also, Rusty received his first dose of Medarex last week. It was a 90-minute infusion. He walked out of the hospital, pain-free, but called later at 3am complaining of a nagging, physical discomfort. “I don’t know how to explain it,” he said, “I just want to crawl out of my skin.” The side effect lasted a few hours, and went away after our good friend MJ kicked in.
3. Plans have been made to spend this year’s Christmas in Paris. Translation: Lots of fine wine, fresh foie gras and sparkling conversation. We will stay with our favorite Uncle Bernie and Aunt Marcia. Then, back to New York on Dec 27 for a second infusion.
4. While on the topic of addictions, I’ve decided to quit smoking. I’ve decided this a fair number of times now. But this time, I’m putting it out there so anyone who sees me with a cigarette is entitled to kick me in the nuts. Or slap me on the ass, whichever gives you more pleasure.
5. And as far as nuts go, I am becoming such a girl. I don’t mean this in a secret-sex-change-operation-in-Thailand kind of way. It’s just that in recent days, I have missed Rusty so much all I want to do is snuggle in his chest and hear ourselves breathe, in synchrony.
November 28th, 2006 at 11:15 am
I like your point number 5.
There is nothing girly about that, that is just love
December 29th, 2006 at 3:01 am
[…] When Dr Ejadi walks into the examination room, we describe to him the drug’s side effects since Jesse’s first infusion last month. “It’s nothing,” Jesse says, “Mostly fevers, night sweats, itching, no big deal.” […]
January 9th, 2007 at 4:40 am
[…] I had just made some fresh butternut squash soup for Jesse, and the counter-top was a mess. We ran out of paper towels. The floor was sticky with trash juice from too many days of collected household debris. I threw the remaining dishes into the sink, swung shut the kitchen cabinets with a dramatic bang. The utensils inside shuddered metallically. When Jesse asks if I am okay, I mutter yes and leave the apartment for a cigarette outside. […]