spring whites (and the angry appendix)
by wingandwell
This past Thursday my appendix decided to have a diva moment, landing me in the hospital, and then onto the surgeon’s table Friday evening (there’s room for only one diva in this body, thank you very much). I’m back at home now, recuperating with fancy fresh-pressed juices and catching up on all my favorite blogs, and only slightly sad to be missing that once dangling little piece of myself.
I’m not sure when I’ll be well enough to strut around in high heels and feel somewhat photogenic again, but as soon as I do, I promise to throw on a little crop top and wear my new scars out and proud. Until then, please enjoy the piece I planned on running earlier this week, and feel free to share any of your wicked surgery stories in the comments.
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Screw winter white. When the sun sets no later than 4 or 5, and brown snow and slush pool at sidewalk edges, my cheeks red, hands numb, I cannot tolerate the innocence and optimism of white. If I must leave the house, I’m six layers under, stomping around in heavy-heeled black boots, a dark coat and a thick scarf coiled up to my eyeballs. White, I save for spring.
Spring. Sheer layers of silk chiffon and soft white denim, cool humid air and finally a true sun – these are what I crave. The smell of sunning grass floating through opened windows, the first crocus, daffodil, tulip. Bare legs and a light jacket. Pink lips and peach cheeks. I’ve been perusing the usual online retailers, collecting lists of what I want for the new season and reimagining my look. Less structure and more flounce. That feeling of being a little undone, a little unbuttoned. I’m ready, I think, to be a springtime femme.
|ABOVE| Maje rainette silk organza dress, Delfina Delettrez m’ama non m’ama ring, Rag & Bone the hyde skinny jeans, Helmut Lang slim suede blouse, Chloé susanna studded boots, KORS Michael Kors adrielle pumps, Catbird Jezebel ant studs (similar here)



to my new friend — Winter whites, are among my favorite cold weather looks — OK next to furs. But Holy Moly, appendicitis is no joke. I’m glad it came out (literally) OK. And you feel fine now right?
You’re a kick.. and I love the Springtime picture, but I can’t figure out why…??
As a hospital anecdote, in 2003 I was treated for testicular cancer.. my form was literally an “easy” one to treat with damn near guaranteed results. Thus I never was really concerned about the outcome after 9 weeks of the chemo regimen.
But after all was considered done and gone, there was a shrunken “mass” right below my ribs that needed to be removed surgically. There was no question in my mind where to go for the surgery, I would go to the City of Hope, which is quite close to my home. After a visit with the surgeon, I checked in a week or so later for what was hopefully to be lapiscopic surgery, rather than the conventional slice and split. As it turned out my condition allowed the less intrusive lapiscopic method, and the day following I was in great shape. In fact the point of this story is the day after surgery, my wife and step daughter come to visit in the afternoon. She brings a bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers. It is warm in the room, so my wife takes off her top, puts on a hospital gown that is lying nearby and sits on my bed with her glass of wine. I am sitting in the chair with a 49′ers shirt, sipping a glass of wine, when my surgeon and his assistant walk into the room.
He takes one look at us, smiles and says — “OK you’re outta here!” and walks out. That was one scene I’ll never forget. Hospitals are no fun, but with the proper staff and attitude can actually be a pleasant experience.
Glad to hear all is well…
I guess I should have qualified my dislike – I appreciate winter white, I do, just not on myself. Maybe it’s easier on you all living in CA? I’m just too sullen this time of year.
Thanks for sharing your lovely story, I’m glad it turned out well for you and your family. I got the laparoscopic too, but no wine and cheese party, what the hell?! I’m currently subsisting on thin soups and juices, but lusting after cheeseburgers and sweet potato fries. Mmm.
Anyway, great story, please keep commenting.
Oh noes! Appendicitis is no joke! Glad you’re ok now. I can’t wait for spring either :)
Appendicitis IS no joke, even the afterwards part. I can’t watch any comedies and I keep pleading with Wes not to make me laugh (ouch, ouch, ouch). Thanks for the comment Miss Alice!
Glad to hear you’re recuperating!
I totally agree with you – winter whites are impractical when you live in a climate with snow. Bring on spring whites!
Kate xo petite-adventures.blogspot.ca
Thanks Kate! Whites are generally impractical for me (I’m too much of a mess really), but I can’t resist during spring, it just feels so fresh.
Get well soon! I tore my ACL in two a couple of years ago running which landed me on a surgeon’s table and on a physical therapy table for twelve weeks after that. Just don’t ask me what I said when I woke up from surgery…
OK, you’ve totally piqued my interest now… what did you say when you woke up from surgery?! A torn ACL sounds painful as hell.
PS. Thanks for all the well wishes.
I open my eyes look over to the recovery room nurse, then my folks and grandpa and then look down at my knee and say…”fuckballs, my knee hurts” and the nurse proceeded to give me morphine…enough to essentially kill a person.
And the torn ACL…was painful as hell. I was in the woods but walked out and drove myself to the ER….thought it was just a severe sprain. Silly me.
How long is your recovery time?
Ha! Yea that pain right after surgery is no joke, I felt like I had just performed seppuku.
When I woke up, I told Wes I had a dream… about the number 50. I’m not sure what happened in that dream, but I’m sure it was epic. I like your story better.
They say people usually take off a week before returning to work, but I’m fine to go back as long as I don’t lift anything over 10 lbs (AKA my purse). I’m thinking maybe tomorrow or Wednesday? I’m awfully tired of laying in bed eating bananas.