Random notes

The antibiotics are working their grody magic, and even though I hate eating at the moment, I'm feeling way better. Life seems more or less worth living again. It didn't earlier this week.

I've got a appointment with my RE in mid-July to prepare me for my new needly hobby, a week after I go back to have the Node of Doom checked. So not one but two more visits to the awful, no-good waiting room of my stupid obgyn's practice. It's that or drive 70 miles one way to a childfree space. I'll take the cheaper emotional torture, thanks.

I'm praying that Dr. Spunk (RE) doesn't get in a tizzy about the NoD. I'm also hoping that the NoD doesn't need to be removed surgically--hey, this happened recently to a colleague/friend, so I'm not just engaged in idle speculation.

Wouldn't that be tops? I finally screw up the courage to get fertility treatments big time, and I can't. I'm laughing, Universe, I really am.

On a more poetic note, last night we had a big thunderstorm sweep in, removing the funky Midwest summer dank from the air, and got a glimpse of fireflies in lightning. That, and the sound and smell of the rain, was almost enough to make us put our Battlest@r Gallactic@ viewing on hold. Yes, my guy and I are huge, proud nerds, though my appetite for grandiose sci-fi and fantasy is bigger than my man's. We even accidentally invented a dessert to go with them. One evening, I fiddled around with bananas frozen on chopsticks, coated (ungracefully but tastily) in dark chocolate with little bits of raw cashews.

Behold: the bananastar gallactica.