Lovesick

I know you've all been waiting on the edge of your seats to know what I thought of "Stranger Things," but this post is not about that TV show––it's about another one. It's about my second favorite show of all-time.*

Lovesick is a British sitcom that centers around three best friends in their twenties. One of the friends gets an STD and must contact his ex-lovers to tell them the news. (The original title of the show was "Scrotal Recall." Ha.) It sounds raunchy, but I promise it's not. It's lovely. And witty and realistic and unconventional. Here, let the writer of the show, Tom Edge, speak for himself:

"I think we always knew the chlamydia and exes track-down was a nice hook for the show. We knew it was exhaustible at the same time [. . .] It felt to us, organically, the right way to take the show [was] to begin to wind down that format and lead us into the trickier questions of long-term relationships and unpacking the complexities between people." (Metro)

And it's true––while the show is laugh-out-loud funny, it's also emotionally sensitive, and the characters are complex without being contrived. I think American TV is often simplistic and slapstick, while British TV––and "Lovesick" especially––is thoughtful and intelligently humorous. It doesn't get caught up in ratings but instead lets the plot go naturally where it should. And bonus:

1. The music is fantastic!
2. The characters look like they've been taken out of real life and not dolled-up to look like the most perfect people you've ever seen.

I could go on and on about all the ways in which I love this show, but ultimately what I'm saying is . . . Just watch it. It's so, so good.


*I loved "Stranger Things," and my favorite show of all-time is "Seinfeld."


Thing I'm thankful for: Rebecca, who introduced me to "Lovesick" in the first place.

A Belated Merry Christmas

It seems crazy to me to put Christmas up on the 26th of December. We spend the whole year waiting for the weather to cool. Waiting to listen to festive music. Waiting for a long holiday break. And then––we pack it up lock, stock, and barrel.

Me? I like to keep Christmas around until nearly Valentine's Day. Especially this year. This year, I felt like I didn't get to celebrate Christmas until the very end.

Remember this post? Well, you all came through with your fun family pictures and videos of your silly kids, and it made me laugh. Now I'll tell you the reason for needing a distraction and the reason for almost skipping Christmas.

That evening, I went to the emergency room for what an urgent care doctor thought was appendicitis. Turns out, it was an ovarian cyst that burst. But on the CT scan, the ER doctor found some other things, too:

• A kidney stone that may or may not pass on its own
• An abnormally-shaped uterus that may make having children difficult
• A tumor on my left adrenal gland and kidney that may be cancerous
• A possible tumor on my right kidney that may be cancerous

The three weeks leading up to Christmas were filled with doctor visits, CT scans, and getting blood drawn. The urologist made it clear that I'd need surgery on my left kidney, but maybe not on my right. He said that because of my age and the size of the left tumor, he was concerned it could be cancer.

"Cancer" is a word I never expected to hear from my doctor. Other people get cancer.

So I spent the better part of December in a daze, really. I didn't expect to visit Georgia for Christmas. I got flowers from work colleagues and well-wishes from others. And lots of hugs and "I'm sorrys."

And then. I went to my urologist the week before Christmas, and he said what looked like a complex cyst on my right kidney was just a cyst and the tumor on my left adrenal gland and kidney seemed to be benign. Still, the size of the tumor could be a problem, so we have to keep an eye on it. In six months, I go for another round of CT scans and blood work.

It all seems like a weird dream, and in some ways, I feel like a ticking time bomb. Part of me just wants this tumor out. Part of me wonders what changed so suddenly from one appointment to the next. Did he miss something? Do more scans need to be taken? Does something else need to be checked?

I don't know yet, and for now, I suppose that's okay. I'm trying not to worry until there's something to worry about.

Thing I'm thankful for: a guest room for me at MommyDaddy's, whenever I need it.