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I love all sorts of movies, including bad ones. Hell, I loved “Teen Wolf” and “Rock and Roll High School” and “Flash Gordon” (great Queen soundtrack) and even “Grease 2.” All terrible movies, but I’ve seen them many times. What? Michelle Pfeiffer was hot singing about Cool Riders.

I’m a movie lover all the way around. But I just thought I’d admit to one of my guilty pleasures: romantic comedies. I just finished watching “Notting Hill” for the first time and really, really liked it. Course, I’m a sucker for Julia Roberts in most things she does, but I especially dig her in romantic comedies. I especially love the ones where the underdog, the geek, the socially inept guy gets the girl. Because, you know, that’s me.

I come out of a movie like “Notting Hill” feeling like anything is possible. Love IS out there for each of us, even me. Love prevails, it fixes the most ravaged soul, the most damaged heart. All is okay with the world, or will be. Or can be. We can do anything, solve any problem, if only we were able to see through those love-tinted lenses.

Three minutes later I’m alone again, faced with the harsh reality.

But, oh, what a glorious three minutes.

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So yeah, it’s been a few days. Sorry about that. I still haven’t gotten a handle on this work thing yet. I don’t know how the hell Whit does it, working on FIVE different blogs/sites, because I can’t seem to find all the time I want to do everything I want to do.

Thanks again for all the support via Twitter and emails and comments about my mom. She says thanks very much to all of you. She’s doing great.

Today I went for what I THOUGHT was an eye exam so I could get the left lens replaced in my glasses. I go to the VA for my medical stuff and because the Sebring VA clinic is just that - a small clinic - I have to go to the main VA hospital for specialty consults. That’s in St. Pete, a 2-hour drive. It was my first time going there (I used to go to the one in West Palm Beach, the other Florida coast).

In short, I drove 2+ hours each way for what amounted to maybe 90 seconds. They took pictures of my eyeballs for a diabetic retinopathy test and that. Was. It. Apparently, I was given the wrong kind of consult. I need a consult for an eye exam and I was given a consult for the retinopathy thing. Don’t get me wrong, I NEEDED the test. Diabetics should get screened once a year. But what the fuck?! I need the lens in my specs replaced.

Now I have to call the Sebring clinic tomorrow, get another consult, and wait at least 3 weeks to go back to St. Pete. Ugh. I wonder if it’d just be cheaper to get the freaking thing done in town. Fortunately, it’s my LEFT lens that’s scratched all to hell (and I have no idea how it happened). My left eye is the weak one…the right does most of the work. Otherwise, this would not be doable.

I have a buttload of blogs to read and a buttload of TV to watch, including “Fringe,” which had its 2-hour premiere last night.

And I need to go through the Birthday Dares and get to cracking on the videos. *sigh*

So anyway, I’m still here. Thanks for the emails asking if I’m okay.

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I’m at Florida Hospital in Orlando for Mom’s heart catheterization. She just went in to get prepped and now I’m in the waiting room with free coffee and wifi. Brought my laptop, of course, because there’s a chance I may have to stay overnight. If Mom needs a stent put in while they’re in there, she’ll stay overnight and I’ll be crashing over at Avitable’s house.

Now I can stay in touch and work here while I wait for her to be finished. Normally, hospitals creep me out, but this one’s not so bad. You know it’s a confusing hospital, though, when they hand out directions to the cardiac unit at the front desk.

“Make a right into the other lobby, take Elevator A down to mine shaft. Put on miner’s helmet, get in mining cart, and ride 25 minutes into the bowels of hell. Get out, head to second cavern on right, take Elevator G to 3rd floor…” Etc. etc.

I asked Mom as we were driving here whether she’s worried and she said she was a little bit. Being a nurse, she knows just what the procedure involves and what sorts of complications can arise. Me being the SON of a nurse, I have heard the word “catheter” before and that’s about it. Oh, and I’ve heard of a heart, too.

If you follow me on Twitter, I’ll keep you posted throughout the day. Keep your fingers crossed, say some prayers (if you’re so inclined), and I’ll let you know how it goes in tomorrow’s post.

And don’t forget to enter the Birthday Dares contest! I don’t have nearly enough entries! Pass the word!

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