Lions and Tigers and Chaz Bono on Dancing With the Stars – Oh My!

Seriously?  There is nothing else people could get upset about?  Are there no people left in the devastation of Hurricane Irene?  Did we achieve World Peace?  Is our budget balanced and our economy fixed?

No?

Then what the hell, people?  How come your panties are in a bunch over Chaz Bono on Dancing With the Stars?

Alright – yeah, I can see there are some things that are pissing you off.  Here – I’ll list mine:

1 – When did the show become Dancing With People Who’s Parents Were Stars at Some Point in the 70s? Is Chaz Bono “a star”?  Did I miss something?

2 – Dude is fatter than me!  How is he going to be able to keep up with the professional partner they pair him with?  Is this going to be the first reality show heart attack?

3 – What’s up with the facial hair?  He should be clean shaven for the show – it will make him look more polished and professional.

4 – Please – no more wife beater t-shirts.  I don’t care how adorbs you think you look, Mr. Bono, but it’s not a good look for anyone.  I’m talking to you, Jersey Shore.

Honestly, people, open your narrow minds and let the dude dance in peace.  He’s lived much of his life in a fish bowl, and he’s finally owning it.  If people want to talk, give them something to talk about.  I give him a lot of credit for putting himself out there.  And whatever happened to that old but useful saying about casting the first stone?  Did God step aside and make your bigoted arse judge?

Have fun, Chaz!  I hope you hang in there long past the pretty boys and the people who really think they are celebrities!

Latest Update From My Crack Medical Team

I admit it.  I am not the best patient on the planet, which really sucks for my surgeon, who is the most kind, patient, and caring doctor.

 

I have, however, been doing everything I know how to be a good patient this time around.  And for almost a full month, I had absolutely no post-op complications.

Tell me why I don’t like Mondays?

Oh yeah – because that’s the day stuff started really going wrong.

I woke up Monday morning and I was in a puddle of ooze.  I thought I had just gotten really, really sweaty during the night (thank you, menopause); but when I sat up, the sheets were covered with a rather unpleasant drainage of bodily fluids.

I now have two open wounds – one about the size of a dime; the other about the size of a, well, not a dime 🙁

I’m so glad my doctor had a nice week of vacation, so he’s well rested and ready to tackle me!

Back on antibiotics.  Visiting nurses start tomorrow to come and pack and dress my wounds.  And I am under the strictest orders to retract my offer to participate on Dancing With the Stars; Deadliest Catch; Cirque du Soleil; and even, gosh darn it, American Pickers 🙁  I thought I was behaving before.  I’m not even allowed now to reach my arm out of my car window to grab my latte at the Starbucks drive through 🙁

Say a prayer that I stay infection free.  I’m optimistic, but it never hurts to have someone besides me bend His ear 🙂