Amy's CockamAmy

Cathy here (on Amy's computer).

Since Amy got out of surgery yesterday, her usual amusing sense of humor has been greatly enhanced by her pain meds, and she has been hysterically funny. She had me rolling on the floor last night --I thought they might kick me out of the Recovery Room.  Below is a sample of some of the "gems" she has spoken to either David or me; hopefully they'll be even a little funny to you all (meaning I hope they're not all "guess you had to be there" pieces of humor). 

1. One of the first things Amy said to David when he went into see her in the Recovery Room last night was: "I caught a fish for you!"

2. "I don't know where my face cream is but I know where my emails are!"  Don't recall the context (was there one?) but it was quite amusing.

3. "Find me a listserv!"  (Some background: Amy is envious of me because I am on so many electronic listservs. She thinks it's a unique northern California phenomenon. Personally, I don't think it's so wonderful, as they mainly clog up my email inbox.)

4. "The phone keeps ringing and it's never for me! It's all about me." (Said in the busy Recovery Room with phones ringing and subsequently overhearing lots of conversations.)

5. Said under the same conditions as #4: "I can hear very well. Its enhanced my hearing to have my boobs out of the way."

6. When told that I was emailing Jessica updates about Amy's surgery when she was flying back to NY yesterday: "Jessica can have Internet access 38,000 ft up in the air and I can't get it at Marquez!" (Marquez is the school she worked at for years in the Palisades--and still works there one day a week.)

7. When waiting to be moved from the Recovery Room to her room (which of course was ready to happen right when the the nurses' shift change began): "What kind of hotel is this?  Isn't check-in normally at 4pm?"

8. Said to Dr. Slate, her beloved plastic surgeon: "I don't let anyone boss me around except you--not even my husband or my sister."

9. Followed by: "You are my new best friend; I love you."

10. Said to me when I told her she must exercise her lungs using the plastic inhalation tool: "You're mean. You're like Nurse Ratchet.  I want a nice nurse!"

11. Said to David today when describing her great room, a.k.a. the "Elizabeth Taylor Suite": "Katie Perkins told me that it's South Central LA outside one window and Century City out the other." (Only issue with this is that Amy's friend Katie is at home in Portland right now.)

12. Amy asked her wonderful nurse Edwin if there have been any stars who have stayed in her room.  He said "yes".  She said "who?" He said "I can't tell you."  Amy persisted. He then joked (since they had just bonded around both being Mac lovers) that if she gave him her new sleek Mac laptop, maybe he'd tell her.  Amy said: "I don't want to know that badly." (And, just for the record, in case there are any Cedars spies reading this blog, Edwin did his job!  He was great!  There was no way he was going to betray his patients' confidentiality...I promise.)

There you have it.  Hope this has been at least somewhat entertaining. If we're lucky, there will be more gems to come. No--actually, we're hoping for a lot less pain and a speedy disappearance of all pain meds!  

Love to you all. Your love and support is carrying Amy through this challenging time.

Cathy