Today is yet another sucky day, after a series of sucky days. I have been setting my alarm so that I can wake up and drink 2.5 oz of supplement and then go back to sleep after I get queasy from eating. Today, I just could not get out of bed. David eventually brought me my formula in bed and then I was able to get up a few hours later.
I have also put a pause on my 2-3x weekly acupuncture. The last two times I have gotten super queasy by the end. And my skin is so fragile that the needles actually hurt going in. One even made me gasp. I mean, do you know just how tiny acupuncture needles are? Like hair width. They should not hurt.
Laying on the table I got the sense that my body is actively trying to heal, but there is just nothing left to spare. Instead I am going to save that energy to maybe do things like post on this blog, catch up my talmud that I am horribly behind in or maybe stop pushing forward the holds on my library books and get to actually read them.
I am planning on picking acupuncture back up once I get my tube. Which I will on November 22nd!!!!! Some of you have asked questions about the tube, what it will look like, will it really be poking through a hole in my stomach (yes) and will I be able to still eat orally (also yes)? I hope to answer some of these questions as soon as I have a reasonably good day.
That brings me to my challenge. I am planning on naming my tube, but I am not feeling at all clever these days. So I am looking to you, gently readers, to put on your punster hats and help me out. It will be a dangler (as opposed to a button, which means that there will be a tube hanging out of my body) so I have been assuming that it is male. But non-gendered, female and gender queer suggestions are welcome. Multilingual puns are encouraged. Ridiculous suggestions like Tubie McTubeface are not.
- To give you a sense of what I mean, here are some options that I have rejected.
- Tubias Fünke – Tubes don’t wear clothes, so it cannot be a never nude.
- Tooby Doo – I don’t want to be singing Tooby Tooby Doo, where are you? to my tube because that means something has gone terribly wrong.
- Tubie Ziegler – I just don’t feel that a mere tube can live up to the standard set by the brilliant, yet very damaged White House Communication Director for which it would be named.
- Fairlop – I looked at a list of Tube stations and this one stuck out. But it sounded very threatening once I though about it more. Like a bris that has gone just a bit too far.
Anyway, hopefully the challenge is clear. Operators are standing by.