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ALTHOUGH SAN GERALDO COULDN’T EAT anything after 9:30 yesterday morning before his cataract surgery at 3:45 in the afternoon, he still wanted to make me lunch. I told him that would be unkind of me and I could feed myself. So, I cooked my own lunch as you can see in the top photo. Wassa crackers, peanut butter, and apricot jam. It was the last of the peanut butter, or I would have had more.
When SG went in for his surgery, I walked over to the hospital’s cafeteria for a muffin and café con leche. I sat for about a half hour, and then walked for an hour. A few minutes after I got back, San Geraldo called to tell me he was ready to go home. He’s doing great today. He had told the doctor how nervous he was and that he tends to have a catastrophic imagination. So, I think they double- or triple-dosed him. He was relaxed throughout the process, but he’s now having a mid-morning siesta. I pretended to be relaxed throughout the process but I worried. I was tired, stressed, and preoccupied on the drive home.
I scuffed a curb as we left the hospital and, when we arrived at our parking lot, I opened the gate and found two cars blocking my entrance. I had no way to go but right into the only parking space on that side. I wasn’t thinking clearly, had no patience, and turned sharply. I didn’t bother to clear the garages and scraped (badly scraped) the car. It was obvious how stressed I was because the car alarms were screaming at me that I was too close but I just kept on going.
I viciously cursed myself aloud (in my father’s words and voice) and got a disapproving look from SG (for cursing myself). If I wipe off the stucco, the car won’t look quite so bad. And SG had just had the car washed! And, to the two holiday visitors in their cars: Yes, I was an asshole. Shit!
AUNQUE SAN GERALDO NO PODÍA comer nada después de las 9:30 de la mañana de ayer antes de su cirugía de cataratas a las 3:45 de la tarde, todavía quería prepararme el almuerzo. Le dije que no sería amable de mi parte y que podría alimentarme. Entonces, cociné mi propio almuerzo como pueden ver en la foto superior. Galletas wassa, mantequilla de maní y mermelada de albaricoque. Era lo último de la mantequilla de maní, o habría comido más.
Cuando fue a la cirugía, me acerqué a la cafetería del hospital para tomar un panecillo y un café con leche. Me senté durante media hora y luego caminé durante una hora. Unos minutos después de mi regreso, San Geraldo me llamó para decirme que estaba listo para irse a casa. Lo está haciendo muy bien hoy. Le había dicho al médico lo nervioso que estaba y que tiende a tener una imaginación catastrófica. Entonces, creo que le dieron una dosis doble o triple. Estuvo relajado durante todo el proceso, pero ahora está tomando una siesta a media mañana. Fingí estar relajado durante todo el proceso pero me preocupé. Estaba cansado, estresado y preocupado en el camino a casa.
Raspé una acera cuando salimos del hospital y, cuando llegamos a nuestro estacionamiento, encontré dos autos bloqueando mi entrada. No tenía forma de ir, sino directamente al único espacio de estacionamiento de ese lado. No pensaba con claridad, no tenía paciencia, y me volví bruscamente. No me molesté en evitar los garajes y raspé (muy raspado) el coche. Era obvio lo estresado que estaba porque las alarmas del coche me gritaban que estaba demasiado cerca, pero seguí adelante.
Me maldije brutalmente en voz alta (con las palabras y la voz de mi padre) y recibí una mirada de desaprobación de SG (por maldecirme). Si limpio el estuco, el coche no se verá tan mal. ¡Y SG acababa de lavar el coche! Y, a los dos visitantes de vacaciones en sus coches: Sí, yo era un idiota. ¡Mierda!
32 thoughts on “Muffin is muffin / Muffin es muffin”
Happy that all went well for SG. I do understand about that imagination taking off during stressful times. Good that they gave him triple relaxers.
Driving and preoccupation are bad bedfellows but sometimes we just have to do what we have to do at the time.
I like those trees at the fountains.
I, too, like those trees at the fountains. Too bad the fountains are in the center of a busy roundabout. I would have loved to have gotten closer.
There there, it is all okay. Glad to hear SG is doing well. Be kind to yourself, you will be okay, it is all okay.
So pleased all went well for SG.
What a nice chic looking waiting room canteen to wait for SG in. The refreshments don’t even look bad. Most are so cold and clinical. Im glad to hear SG has done well.
And the home is breathtaking! I was ready to say sold!, till I saw that view, Thank you for saving my money for me Scoot Magoo.
The medical center is very elegant. I had hernia surgery there and felt like I was in a hotel. The cafeteria is a pleasure and has an outdoor terrace with a view of the sea. But, even shaded, it was too hot. I love that house in-process. But such a strange place to build it.
A little scrape is good for a car every once and awhile. Keeps it humble. Glad SG’s cataract surgery went well!
Hee hee. Well, let just say I seriously humbled our car. SG is doing great. So pleased.
Oh, Scoot! Looks like they gave drugs to the wrong person. It’ll be okay. All that pent up stress had to go somewhere. Such a good person, “cooking” your own lunch and all. I’m proud of you! I wasn’t worried about SG at all since you’re the crap magnet. I say that with warm fondness. Hugs to you both.
I don’t know why I didn’t think to take some of my own drugs! — Scoot Magoo, Crap Magnet
You need a calling card and theme music, Scoot! Like Paladin.
I like that idea! I’ll start working on it. — Scoot Magoo, Crap Magnet
I’m glad SG came through OK, and as for the car — well, it’s easy for me to say, but it’s just a car. One thing I admire about Europeans is that they don’t seem nearly as obsessed with their cars as Americans do. In Europe (including here in the UK) I see a lot of them banged up and people just keep on driving. It seems more like just a machine to get around, rather than an emblem of status or an expression of personality.
Yeah, I’m not one to lick a car clean. It IS just a car. I just get so angry with myself sometimes. I find more people here, specifically in our bulding, that DO care about their statusy cars much more than when we lived in Sevilla where most of the streets were so narrow and corners so tight that you couldn’t avoid scratches. Jerry’s sister and her husband were visiting and decided to count how many cars in a row had damage. When they got to 28, they decided there was no reason to count. The answer was ALL.
Oh, I’m very glad that SG is doing well! (When my mom was in the hospital a few years back, I backed out of my garage in a stressed-out hurry, and broke 1/3 of my side mirror off… I ALWAYS back out slowly, and I never am so close that I would break the mirror… but, that day, I was just upset and rushed… it happens to all of us, Mitchell.)
Yep, it DOES happen to all of us. The only one I don’t forgive is myself.
I remember being super stressed about an upcoming biopsy and pulling out into the road right in front of a big semi! Fortunately it had room to go around me and also fortunately the biopsy proved to be negative. Glad SG is OK and that your car mishaps were in the parking lot and not in the road. As David said – be kind to yourself.
It was like my brain had turned off when I pulled into the lot. I wouldn’t even recognize the other two drivers if I saw them. So glad that semi missed you!
So what if your car looks like it’s been to the wars? SG’s surgery went well and the Boys are waiting for treats! Perspective is everything — like the front view from that house you like, LOL!
You’re so right! The surgery was all that mattered. And, yeah, I don’t get why the house was being built there — also right on the curve when you come off the main road below the highway.
I am glad SG’s surgery went well, and I echo other comments…be kind to yourself. This kinda crap happens to everyone. Yesterday I was late for an appointment and I was backing out of my parking space quickly and I hit the trash can out on the street. Luckily no damage.
SG was backing out of a spot in our lot once and backed right into another parked car. And he said the same thing, the car was beeping and flashin on the screen that he was too close and boom! I wasn’t with him. My reaction was “Oh well.” I went down and left a note on the other car and it turned out to be a rental with full coverage. I more forgiving of others than of myself.
I think that’s the way it is with people. We are hard on ourselves!
I thought I’d outgrow it!
The car will survive and so will the holiday visitors. I think it’s pretty damn nice that you were so concerned about SG. As for strange driving activity, I went to Costco Saturday morning and driving home, I was tired, kind of zoned out, and missed my exit and the one after it. Suddenly I realized nothing was familiar and I wasn’t sure where I was. I knew which direction to go to get home, but it took me a while. So at least you didn’t get lost.
Ha! Yep. I didn’t get lost. I knew exactly where the wall was.
You must be in your 60’s ~ it’s all downhill from here baby! LOL
Well into them and that’s what I’ve been told. Of course, I was also told it was all downhill from my 40s. So I try to not listen.
Glad SG is done with the surgery. Ease up on yourself, you were anxious about him and it’s totally understandable. Cars can be fixed and nobody was hurt, so you’re good.
I just hate it when I open my mouth and Father comes out.
It starts for many of us in our 20s. I’ve worked hard to stop it.