Long time no posts.
Since my last update I healed up pretty normally, then I went out and enjoyed the summer (before surgery number eight) instead of updating my blog. (Sorry about that; thanks for the e-mails.)
I did tweet my eighth eye surgery, however.
Twitter, as I’m sure you’ve read, is the online thingee for losers and narcissists.
Hey, dude. Glass houses.
Oversharing to strangers is cheaper than therapy, so I thought I’d give it a shot.
My morning started in much the same way the morning of the last one did. The difference: This time, I brought my iPhone. (Thank GOD! This time the only magazine in the waiting room was the issue of Time with Sarah Palin on the cover.)
They told me to get there at 9:30am. Just like last time this was wildly optimistic. At 11:11, my wife couldn’t take it anymore and had to go ask. That was the subject of my first tweet:
OK. Bitching made me feel a little better, and no one here had to hear it.
11:16 AM: I could have slept until noon instead of being stuck in this waiting room! Grrr.
OK. Maybe this is cathartic.
11:37 AM: Im grumpy. Not eating for fourteen hours will do that to you. After surgery, I’m eating a whole cow.
OK. Maybe not.
The ninety minutes came and went, and still I sat. Finally around 1:45 I was taken to the back. I changed clothes and posted a TwitPic.
Five minutes later, I twittered that I finally got my I.V. and twitpicked a picture of it.
They swept me away, sliced open my eyeball, tinkered, put a foreign object in, stitched on some alien tissue, and sent me to recovery.
As soon as I got there, the first thing I did was tweet.
So, that was my experiment with Live Twittering. Kinda Meh. Maybe I’m doing it wrong.
Did this experiment make me feel more social? More connected? More 21st Century? Stupid?
Not really, no, yes, and a little.
Another day, another neurosis.