Mar. 4th, 2016 10:37 pm
Which one's the retiree again?
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muckefuckAnother rough morning on the heels of another rough night. I consulted my calendar, saw I had nothing on it, and called in. I know I can't keep doing this, so first thing I did once I was up and had had some lunch was see about making an appointment with a gastroenterologist. I ran through the referrals from my primary, eliminated those choices with terrible online reviews, and quickly found someone who was taking new patients and can see me...in two months time. So, yeah, if you're living in Chicago and you have a GI doc you like, I'm all ears.
It took me hours to finally get back to sleep, which played hell with the Old Man's schedule for cleaning up the place. But he eventually got done and by then I was feeling well enough to attend the gallery opening for one of our favourite contemporary artists. I'm really glad we were able to go. We both loved her new work and it's good to see her reputation growing, even if it does mean we probably won't be able to acquire any more of her pieces.
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monshu even felt good enough afterwards to suggest dinner out. Well, I guess I did technically. I asked if there was anything at all he felt like eating and he lamented the lack of good sushi restaurants near us. I pointed out that we were travelling north on the Red Line past scores of good sushi restaurants. He wanted noodles, too, so we ended up at Indie Café on Broadway. We would've have gotten plain yakisoba if I hadn't spied mock duck as a meat option. Not the best I've had, but good. That, spring rolls, and two fusion rolls (pretty similar, actually, except for the presence of mango in one and blue crab in the other) rounded out our meal.
All in all, the day ended on a much better note than it began--not least of all because I also learned that my mother is home from the hospital where she was admitted for observation late Thursday night with kidney stones. Let's hope we don't have to weather the same progression tomorrow.
It took me hours to finally get back to sleep, which played hell with the Old Man's schedule for cleaning up the place. But he eventually got done and by then I was feeling well enough to attend the gallery opening for one of our favourite contemporary artists. I'm really glad we were able to go. We both loved her new work and it's good to see her reputation growing, even if it does mean we probably won't be able to acquire any more of her pieces.
monshu even felt good enough afterwards to suggest dinner out. Well, I guess I did technically. I asked if there was anything at all he felt like eating and he lamented the lack of good sushi restaurants near us. I pointed out that we were travelling north on the Red Line past scores of good sushi restaurants. He wanted noodles, too, so we ended up at Indie Café on Broadway. We would've have gotten plain yakisoba if I hadn't spied mock duck as a meat option. Not the best I've had, but good. That, spring rolls, and two fusion rolls (pretty similar, actually, except for the presence of mango in one and blue crab in the other) rounded out our meal.All in all, the day ended on a much better note than it began--not least of all because I also learned that my mother is home from the hospital where she was admitted for observation late Thursday night with kidney stones. Let's hope we don't have to weather the same progression tomorrow.
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