Tuesday


22
Mar 22

Surgery day

Today was surgery day for The Yankee. Last fall she had a corrective procedure to repair popliteal artery entrapment syndrome in her left leg. Today it’s the right, from which the surgeon will remove a bit of muscle from the back of the leg, both above and below the knee, to allow the artery to sit in the correct position, improving circulation.

If you haven’t heard of it, join the club. We’ve learned a lot in the last year or so. It’s such a rare and exotic thing that it took her almost took 20 years to get the correct diagnosis. The last doctor she saw, hilariously, said “It sounds like popliteal artery entrapment syndrome, but I don’t think you have it.” That medical practitioner didn’t stay in the rotation very long.

The specialist, and we see the guy at the Cleveland Clinic, did the procedure on her left leg in October. She was weight bearing the next day, and took increasingly longer walks for two weeks before PT began, leading to a near-perfect recovery. I’m expecting the same results this time.

We’re staying at a hotel a block away. She did pre-op yesterday, and we woke up at dark-thirty this morning to walk over, but not before I made the joke about how I’m looking forward to going back to work so I can sleep in until 7:30 every morning.

The walk seems shorter this time. The tension is a bit lighter. It’s still a surgery, but you know what to expect. There was a bit more sleep last night, for instance, and though it is colder, it doesn’t seem as scary.

In the hospital, we walked by a deconstructed escalator. If you’ve ever wondered, here’s your chance.

At check-in the two ladies giggled at a joke I made. They remembered it all day and took good care of me because if it.

Fifty minutes after the surgery began I got a message to report to the desk for an update from the surgeon. The lady at the front took me to the little room meeting room, where I saw the doctor again. Everything went well, he said, just as before.

I stepped outside to call my in-laws. “Good news! Everything went great! I’ll get to go upstairs and be with her in a few minutes!” Sent a few texts saying the same things. This is where I stood making that same call last October.

I stood in the same place today. What a difference five months makes, for most of us.

We sat in recovery long enough to design an interesting research project. When she got to her room she crutched her way around, before returning to the bed without even using them. Weight bearing four hours after surgery.

And the rest of the day we spent in the room. I think I dozed off, which was probably more rest than she got this afternoon. Of course, she had anesthesia this morning, so call it a push.

Visiting hours end at 9 p.m., which means I had to make the sad walk back to the hotel room all by myself. We bought food yesterday for dinner today and, in between giving recommendation phone calls for students, I didn’t notice the mini-fridge was turned all the way up. My chicken is frozen. And I am trying to coax the wimpiest microwave in Ohio to get this frozen chunk of food to room temperature.

(It took nine minutes.)

Tomorrow, The Yankee should get discharged, and we’ll spent an easy day lazing around the hotel room. They want to keep us close by for one more day, just to make sure everything continues to progress as it should. It will.


15
Mar 22

Tuesday dives

We finally had our first dives today. Of course we could not go out this morning, because the universe is fundamentally against the trip in some cosmic way I can’t comprehend.

But this afternoon we got in two dives, two years and three days late, and I finally got to try my new-to-me camera. It’s a little SeaLife I got on ebay. It’s the third most expensive thing I’ve bought there, and you take it under water on purpose. I think I’ll find it captures better video than photos. And we’ll get to the pictures, but how about this video?

Tomorrow we’re getting in five whole dives, which is a full and ambitious day of bottom time.


8
Mar 22

So much video to show you

I neglected to mention that we fell out of the mask mandates last Friday, coinciding with the state’s standards. I am still wearing a mask — one-way masking, as the soon-to-be-failed euphemism is called — and I am pleased to see how many others still are. (Almost as many as those who were last week, when everyone had independently and collectively given up on communicable disease and respiratory theater.) But the numbers continue to decline here, which is, of course, a delightful coincidence.

Lest we forget where we are …

I have reached the point in the school year where I have to leave myself notes in my calendar to do the most prosaic things at the most random times. At 1 p.m. today it was edit that one little bit of copy for that one project.

I have a standing note on my calendar for each day this week to work on a particular spreadsheet. That’s March at work. These little notes are in addition to my daily index card of meetings and appearance chores.

This is also March at work. Tonight, specifically.

I am once again behind on sharing productions with you here, so let’s get caught up before this gets woefully bad. (Comically bad is bad enough.)

Here’s the fill-in crew on The Toss Up last week. Take it away, Hank.

If that’s not enough sports talk for you, please enjoy The B-Town Breakdown.

And if you are after something with a bit of humor, allow me to share this fine group of human beings with you.

See!? I told you I was comically behind! We aren’t caught up yet. Here’s the morning show.

And here’s my favorite artsy show, where they talk to filmmakers about their work, and make preposition puns.

You might think I live in a studio, and sometimes that feels almost half-right, but I wasn’t even around for those last four shows. Other duties, and all of that.

Anyway, the two news shows will be online tomorrow, and I promise to post them here in a timely fashion. Hopefully I will have something else not TV related to share, as well.

Until then, there’s always more on Twitter and check me out on Instagram, too. Speaking of On Topic with IU podcasts, and, oh hey, did you know that Phoebe and Poseidon have an Instagram account? They do. Check them out.


1
Mar 22

Happy March

It was an 11-and-a-half hour day today. Started with a Zoom meeting where I was actually called upon to talk for a moment. Surprised me a bit, but, yes, I do have something pertinent and important to add to the topic.

Now let me mute myself once more, so I can go back to laying out this, answering that and so on.

In my mid-day meeting I got to tell a lot of jokes and talk philosophy. Somewhere in there the scale of the week set in. A mere mortal would at least be whelmed. I’m just checking things off lists.

I have several lists.

We ran a production test late this afternoon for the Friday show I’m producing. Most of it went off without a hitch. And the organizers of the show got me some more information I need to produce the actual program. It’ll come as dribs and drabs for the next several days, right up until showtime, I’m sure.

Friday at 2 p.m., maybe, if anyone is keeping score.

Here’s Ashton on the news desk. He’s a freshman. Super talented. I’m not jealous at all.

As usual, the shows they produced will be online tomorrow, and I’ll share them here accordingly.

After this evening’s studio time, it was back to my office to do more things for this other program. I got home just after 9:30.

Tomorrow will be just as long.


22
Feb 22

Your personal blog experience

One overused word is narrative. Another is polarized. Right behind those two is experience.

Ummm, no.

One of the downsides to the phone experience since we all got portable phones in the 90s has been the hang up experience. You just can’t slam the phone down. You removed the phone from your face and … pressed a button. This disappointing experience has continued into the smartphone era. Even worse, the other person doesn’t get a dial tone experience.

Similarly, I can’t have a satisfying tab-closing experience. I read that and could only role my eyes and press the X to close the screen — which I could not do fast enough.

I do not need a personalized registration experience. I need only to beat the human rush and avoid lines.

Whatever consultant told the comms and coding people to write that needs a new kind of working experience.

I saw this this morning.

Modernist avant-garde is now ubiquitous and contemporary, and today I sat in that spot just long enough to contemplate it. What do you suppose those are made of? They’re too high up in a ludicrously tall room to tell.

What do you suppose the artist’s intention was? There’s no sign I saw that offered an interpretation.

What do you think the artist was thinking about when they got this commission? When they were planning this out? When they watched hoisted to the ludicrously high ceiling?

That’s always the real question, really.

The other, I suppose, is how many people have contemplated these same questions? And other questions? And what answers did they conjure for themselves? It’s all a new thing, so probably not many, and who knows, and wouldn’t it be worrying to know the answer to that last one?

Though, some sort of interactivity would be nice. An artistic suggestion box, if you will. What did you think when you saw this installation of glass and aluminum and nylon string? You could see the artist saying “I’ll take all of this into consideration on my next project,” until they saw the replies they received.

Then they, too, will know about the comments.

Studio night, and it was a good one.

That’ll all be online tomorrow, and I’ll share it here. See you then!