Back in NYC

I’ve really missed K’s cooking. After being gone for 2.5 months, it’s altogether pretty delightful to be handed a bowl of tri-colored, pesto pasta (chicken, broccoli, mushrooms).

We enjoy the farmer’s market. Enjoy cooking healthily. I convinced him to buy hormone-free chicken at the Supermarket. This is not something he’s wont to do, as he’s a skeptic (like this guy here, see entry from 8/11 on Organic vs Conventional Agriculture). We’ve had discussions about it, have both agreed that local is preferable. Tastes better. Supports the little guys. Still, I took notes when I saw “Food, Inc” and came home armed and ready. I was reading Dr. Weil’s books as a wee lass in high school. I’m also a lover of acupuncture, fascinated with Ayurveda. I’m a yogi. His background? His father is a prominent physician. And K. is armed with a razor-sharp ability to debate.

I was recently sent to the emergency room and hospitalized while doing a stint in Florida – for a blood clot just under my clavicle. Major illnesses were ruled out and the staff was perplexed as to why this should happen to me: I am an avid runner, eat well, don’t smoke, hardly drink, I’m young. I’ll blog about my UEDVT more in the near-future, I’m sure. It might be helpful for people searching for causes for their own unexplained DVT (we think the culprit maybe have been Desogen, birth control pills, but we don’t know!!!). But it’s something Eastern medicine probably wouldn’t have been able to fix in time — this emergency situation? Slowing of blood to the brain? Eliminating a risk of stroke?

I like Eastern medicine because it looks at the root of the issue and serves as prevention, without complicating matters with a bunch of other pills.

I had already complicated matters because I was taking Desogen. And I’ll be on blood thinners for a few more months as my blood clot *hopefully* dissolves.

FYI, Other possible causes for the UEDVT is this (which my GP in Ft. Myers ruled out with a glance) and this.

At any rate, one more day in NYC in this snow and then I head to Jackson Hole with my fiance, K . (How much exposition do you need to include in your early blogs? This reminds me of a “This American Life” episode where two girls meet and realize they want to be best friends, so they record stories of their formative years on tapes, exchange them. How much shorthand can I use here?). Also there will be my brother – whom I haven’t seen in a year -, his wife, her family, and my parents. Most of us managed to get on the same flight from Salt Lake City to Jackson Hole, WY…and managed to sit together as well. We’ll see if that actually happens

There will be no internet out there, nor will there be cell phone reception. Wild elk come up to feed with the horses. This: For five days. I can’t wait. (Really).

I was going to write more about my hopes and dreams, my artistic appointments and plans, but K. is playing the guitar loudly, summoning me for a walk in Astoria Park here in Queens, NY. We will look at the lights on the Greek homes and and breathe in the pineappley-scented smoke of the hookah bars on Steinway Street.

“Chekhov is obsessed with ladies’ racks”.