I Knew This Was Going To Happen

Ok, so, I'm sure most of you are aware that the east coast has been experiencing a wet, cool Spring, since I've been bitching about it for a while now. Well, today that wet, cool streak ended when Hell opened wide its putrid mouth and let forth a blast of hot air on a completely non-acclimated population. Needless to say, the entire city is sweating. Well, those of us without a/c yet are sweating.

This is uncomfortable. I was supposed to clean today (see previous post). But the heat combined with iPodlessness (remember, I'm 'resting' it) took the wind out of my sails. I did nothing but lay around and sweat, lay around and read, and lay around and do my nails. It's actually just what I needed, except with a lot more sweat than I'd like.

This sudden onset of heat and shock to my system kind of reminds me of when I moved back to the east coast in the dead of winter from Los Angeles. I think I walked around in a down comforter for three months until my blood finally thickened. And then I contracted every known airborn illness known to man (or at least the Washington Township Elementary School system, which my mother worked for, and from which I'm convinced she "carried" all those germs home to me. I had NO immune system. Who needs an immune system when your windows are always open and there's an endless supply of Emergen-C?).

Speaking of immune systems, I just spoke to my friend Victor, whose father has leukemia. Actually, he's been wrestling with it for a couple of years now. Victor was down in Baltimore at Johns Hopkins to donate bone marrow to his father. He's only a fifty percent match, which is not ideal, but at this point...well, I'm just hoping it works. He said everything went very well and that he woke up in time to be allowed to watch them give it to his father.

The next several months will be difficult for his dad, but hopefully Victor's immune system, contained in his donated bone marrow, will help his father rebuild his own. There are a million other things to worry about, but for now, things look good and it's a beautiful thing.

I told Victor he was my hero. And then he told me I was his hero, and that he would do it for me, too, if I needed, in a heartbeat. And then he amended, "Actually, give me a couple weeks. I'm still sore." And then he laughed that nerdy, evil-sounding laugh he has...

So, even though I'm sweaty, I'm also optimistic.

I'm sweaty and optimistic.