Here at the Hotel California

[ricevermicelli]

Hospital bed rest is feeling kind of like being checked in to the Hotel California, with an extra helping of apathy. It's not that I don't want to leave, just that it is so very clearly not happening that it's not worth the effort right now. There's this pervasive sense of disorientation, too. I have no sense whatsoever of the layout of this building, and not much of its geographical location. The view out my window is the ventilation system on the roof of another building.

I am pretty sure, though, that the Hotel California has better room service.

Yesterday, I watched all the available episodes of Top Chef - Las Vegas. Mike I. is an asshole, and I truly hope that the girls wipe the floor with him. I would actually be contented to have *anyone* wipe the floor with him, but given his sexist comments, a girl would be especially satisfying (extra bonus if it's a girl whose name he couldn't be bothered to learn to pronounce). I really like Kevin.

Today, I plan to run through Project Runway. I hear the second ep of the season involves maternity wear. My interest in maternity wear is pretty theoretical at this point - it appears I could pretty much do the rest of this pregnancy in yoga pants and a bathrobe - but I'm interested to see what they come up with.

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[ukelele.livejournal.com]

OMG Mike I. *is* an asshole. Bummer he can apparently cook. I am totally geared up for a Mike I. vs. Jen smackdown; *she* can cook too, and is obviously crazy, so hey, good times. And Kevin, of course, I also like.

[tamidon.livejournal.com]

Such a twatwaffle... I used to run into assholes like that all the time, when i started it was pretty much the standard. There are too many women around the food biz now for it to fly anymore

The maternity wear came up with some really lovely dresses, I was impressed,especially the winner

[ricevermicelli.livejournal.com]

I was very impressed by that dress.

[ukelele.livejournal.com]

I liked a lot of them, although I was annoyed that only one designer had considered that there is an issue with breasts. With how many of those could you not wear a bra?!?

[ricevermicelli.livejournal.com]

I know - there was that one evening gown that even the non-pregnant model was falling out of. I thought the one vintage lingirie inspired design was pretty unwearable outside the house, but I did like that the designer thought through the issue of breast and belly expansion and had addressed it in the design.

Also, I am totally a sucker for a pretty lining, especially given how often a pregnant lady is going to take her coat off, so I appreciated that.

[graceo.livejournal.com]

That was a seriously impressive dress. I also liked the lined jacket. I'm looking forward to seeing what else that designer comes up with (I can't remember her name, just that it means "sweet" in Farsi.)

I think a lot of the designers didn't consider the boob issue because though they were designing for pregnant women, they were constructing garments for non-pregnant women with strap-on pillows. Also, to be fair, a number of them seemed completely freaked out by the idea of a pregnant woman wearing clothes.

[perspicuity.livejournal.com]

mmm. now i'm imagining people wearing yoga pants and other comfortable things as a lifestyle, year round, for work and for play. no more suits. mmm. MMM.

hang in there, the room with a view is probably drafty.

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[steuard.livejournal.com]

I find it interesting (though I suppose not surprising) how some aspects of your hospital experience are very similar to mine while others are different. Since I was recovering from a fairly significant surgery, I didn't have much of a desire to leave (at least early on). I suppose some of that may have been because I was hopped up on drugs, but my body was also recovering from a pretty serious shock to the system. I've gotten the impression that you're not in the same boat: your body is pretty much in the same state that it has been for the past few months, so physically you'd be just as happy to get out of there.

On the other hand, that sense of disorientation is entirely familiar. I spent more time in the hospital and in my room than any of the friends and relatives who visited me there, but when it came time to go home I had no idea how to get out, or where the cafeteria was, or how I'd gotten there from the adjacent building in the first place. (It didn't help that my few forays out of my room involved being carted through staff-only tunnels in a wheelchair.) I have no memory of the view out my window apart from the bit of sky, probably because I was usually lying down in bed while I was there. And of course the cruddy food is familiar (though I recall that I enjoyed my first meal after being allowed to eat real food much, much more than its quality would have suggested).

I realize that talking about hospitals probably isn't helping to distract you from the tedium of being there, but it had been a while since I thought back on the experience. I'll try to come up with something more interesting eventually.