INNOCENT

....My fifth and final day of Jury Duty.

We six returned from a restful night's sleep, dreaming of rowdy schoolkids and bloody hands. Because that's what the case was about.....
But, what the plaintiff's attorney didn't do.....
was provide proof beyond a reasonable doubt....
that the city was at fault.....
so we said that the city was I-N-N-O-C-E-N-T.

But something funny happened today.
When we were waiting for our Court Officer to gather us up (we were not permitted to leave the room o' deliberation on our own)....
we discovered the "doorbell" he gave us - which we were to press when we were READY (he carried the other piece in his belt-loop) - was not lighting up properly....
We buzzed him for 40 minutes.
And then the eldest guy on our jury (A white-haired Dana Carvey'esque rapscallion who worked for Verizon) asked:
"Anybody got any batteries? These batteries are corroded."
No one had batteries. Except one girl. Who had a lone AA in her purse. The corroded batteries in the doorbell were AAA.
"Anyone got any paper clips?"
The same girl had some paper clips in her pockets.
He straightened out the clips and attached on either end of the AA....

One minute later, the court officer (who looked like Will Ferrel, "but usually get[s] Clint Eastwood"), knocked on our door.

"You rang?"

Applause.

So, jury duty is FINITO and I will not serve for another SIX YEARS!

They gave me a certificate, and we'll get a check in the mail....so they say.

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Now, on to health news. This week, I did more of this (If you don't like needles, don't watch):


The lovenox was a precautionary method....
And at $30 a pop, twice a day, I'm glad I can stick with my Coumadin. Because:

After my ultrasound today, they have determined: I HAVE NO MORE DVT. ANYWHERE. NOT IN MY ARM. NOT IN MY LEG. NOWHERE!

For those of you who don't know, I spent Sunday evening in the ER. I had just finished a yoga class and was going to assist my very first time when my left leg puffed up like a balloon. So I made some calls and hopped a train and a cab to Roosevelt's St. Lukes. Because my arm had done this three months ago (while I was working in Florida) when they found out I had had a blood clot DUE TO DESOGEN. So, I was scared shitless.

It took under an hour to get an initial ultrasound at the hospital...in Florida, it took four hours. In Florida, it took me 4.5 days to get sent home with Lovenox. Here, in NYC? four hours. The doctor even discharged me himself. He called me three times when I got home to make sure I was OK. In Florida? I had Beaulah.

If you're going to be sick, I hope you're sick in NYC.

NOT THAT I'M SICK.

OK. So, after seeing the Russian woman again today and the Vascular Surgeon, looks like this is what happened. A SPORTS INJURY. Likely from running....not yoga :). I think I felt it when it happened :). Like a lightning blot :). It's coming back to me now.

SOMETHING THAT MIMICS A BLOOD CLOT: CALF STRAIN. So, I haven't run since Saturday. It's good for me anyway, to break that habit. I need to revisit why I'm running. (I love it). And, as Mark Twain says, "Diligence is a good thing, but taking things easy is much more--restful."

Sorry to shout, but I'm a hypochondriac on top of it all. So...I've worked myself up into quite the tizzy this week.

So, I'd like to give a big shout-out to my darlingest, dear K. for putting up with me.

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Speaking of which (tizzy), I need to get back in tune with this breath thing, and this happiness thing. I look forward to blogging next week about more uplifting ideas and experiences. Because, you create your experiences by the way you breathe. And, I have not been breathing properly for a while....

.....like maybe since I was four.

Which is too bad, because I got hired to teach a weekly yoga class. In Astoria. And it's all about breath. Ujjayi. The Bandhas. Not devotional. Personal. And I digg it. And I need to practice what I preach. HUZZAH.

So....Jury duty: DONE
Blood Clot: GONE
Yoga Job: Check!

Hmmm...wedding stuff still underway.....didn't get any auditions this week because of the dooty of the jury but I read my March play and memorized my Ayckbourn (I have to google his name every time I write it) piece for Feb, and I have audition tomorrow....for a film....I'm auditioning for a lesbian in a wheelchair.

And I've got an interview tomorrow for a potential day job.

K & I saw "Funny People" and BOY, THAT WAS NOT GOOD.
K & I saw "The Hurt Locker" and it was the finest piece of reel I've seen in a while.

I'm so over talking about myself. I wish my blog could be more like hers. Her blogs uplift me :). They really do. I don't know her, but I read her blog every day.

Shall I close with this? I'd like to... "Breath is central to Yoga because it is central to life. And yoga is about life". That's what Krishnamacharya said. Me likey.