Wednesday, February 28, 2007
"Are you on medication?" No. "Do you have allergies?" I have seasonal allergies. "Do you take anything for them?" I was taking Claritin last week just to relieve my cold symptoms. "So why did you lie when I asked if you were on medication?"
To placate my disagreeing nature he did some bloodwork. But not before he left the nurse's office, with a wink encouraging me to "talk to someone" about my "dysphoria."
I hate the walk-in clinic.
I have decided that I am going to get better. I am going to ignore this persistant dizziness. Cross my fingers and hope that it goes away. And here's how I'm going to do it: start living life like normal again. The first step? Blogging.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Don't fear! I'm clearly on the mend, with my health improving in every capacity as the moments pass!
This has been most clearly demonstrated in tonight's game of Scrabbulous with the Alex Dodd*:
The score, however, is not the evidence of my improving health**-- my propensity to brag about my superior score is the real proof.
Whatever. I'd rather be a sore winner than a sore loser.
**And just for the record, I only beat the Alex Dodd by a mere 50 points on Sunday night. His Scrabble skills are improving. Should I be concerned?
***Clearly is my favourite adverb. My love affair with its overuse must end. Clearly.
Monday, February 26, 2007
I thought I was starting to get better. I woke up at 7 a.m., coughing a bit, but my perpetual headache was finally gone.
But when I got up at 8 a.m. to go to the bathroom, I discovered that my entire pajama top was soaked in sweat and there was a fingerprint like rash on my chest. Returning to my bed, I realized that my sheets and duvet were also soaked with sweat.
The house is freezing.
It's afternoon now, and the rash is gone, and I'm trying to convince myself the illness is too. I'm bored of laying in bed all day. This is midterm week, and I don't have time to be sick.
Now if only my body would catch up with my mind.
*Snot Insurmountable= typo Alice made to me on msn. I thought it was apt.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
I also like how Alex Dodd sent me something that he thought I might not like. For the record though, I love candied ginger. It's good for nausea, especially where motion sickness is concerned. You can also drop candied ginger in tea for a little extra flavour.
However, I bit into the alleged soy nuts...and they were nuts of beans of some variety, but they were definitely not soy nuts, because soy nuts are roasted. What occured in my mouth was far from delicious.
I kind of wish I wasn't headed to London this afternoon, because I really want to make the curry lentil soup right now. But all the bulk dried goodness is going into Ziplock bags for the bus ride.
Because nothing says "be my friend" like yogurt covered raisins.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
I came fully equipped with all my action figure accessories: brandy snifter, pipe, and more class than you can handle.
518 was ready for us too. Walking into the bathroom, I discovered it was freshly painted, without a trace of graffiti or markers on the walls. Weird. In the bathtub there was also these knives. "What's up guys? Are you trying to encourage people to off themselves?" I asked right away.
It turns out that I'm just morbid, because upon further examination it's clear that the knives were quite blatantly there for shotgunning beer. (Reason #1 I'm socially awkward: comments like that.)
Reason #2 I'm socially awkward: This morning on my camera, there was a surplus of pictures that I had taken by myself. I like this one in particular, because you can see the party in full-swing behind me, while I'm hanging out by myself. Awesome.
Charles is also not guilty. Allegedly.
This morning when I was looking through Ashley's camera, I had to laugh because she had taken a similar set of pictures of herself, also cam-whoring in the bathroom while there was most likely a long line of people waiting to use the bathroom.
And I ranted at length about social activism, soybean production, and Lasix eye surgery. (This, of course, would be reason #3 that I'm socially awkward.)
And then it was time to go home.
Dear Reading Week,
I might not be in Montreal, New York, or Cuba right now, but I kind of like you so far. Thanks!
Lots of Love,
Saturday, February 17, 2007
The truth is, I've always been pretty sure that the whole "don't mix your liquors" thing is just an urban myth created to confused people. Where's the proof that mixing liquor and beer is bad for you? This has always confused me.
I'm nervous for the most ridiculous of reasons, too. (Warning: this is about to turn into the confessions of a 16-year-old girl getting ready for her homecoming dance.) Heather and Dan are going to be at the party. I've been lurking on Heather in the blogosphere for a solid 3 months now and I've only met Dan once before. And unfortunately, the one and only time I met Dan was the same night as the weekend I quit blogging (temporarily). It involved Alice, Scott and I staying in a London hostel and drinking the junior high special. Dan met me under these conditions.
The thing is, that like many bloggers, I'm really socially awkward. (Alex Dodd disputed this fact until I reminded him what our first conversation was about. He agreed that if he was not like-minded, I may have come across as inappropriate.)
I'm not quiet socially awkward. I'm abrasively socially awkward. Intrusive, even. The chances of me offending someone are quite high.
Time to go make that drink.
*In addition to adhering to a strict regime of drinking water throughout the night and when I get home in the evening, I also like to drink a lot of water before I start drinking for two reason: 1) I think there's potential that this helps in the hangover prevention process and 2) even if it doesn't, at least the water fills up room in your stomach so you're less likely to drink a lot of alcohol. This is called the pre-hydration process. My mother, however, likes to call this the pre-lubrication, or pre-lubing process. She justifies calling it this because she thinks it probably makes it easier to puke.
Happy Birthday Ben!
Friday, February 16, 2007
My current corporate masters have given me enough branded clothing to clothe a small third world nation including:
-2 adidas t-shirts
-1 adidas fencing jacket, with a massive silk-screened logo on the back
-1 first aid bag
-1 cotton t-shirt (I used to have more, but I gave them away)
-2 golf tees
-1 cell phone
2. By our third week in Vanuatu, all the girls had broken down. Jo had waxed her upper lip, Tara had shaved her legs, and Becca was wearing full-out makeup. My weakness? Eyebrow plucking. My armpits were hairy, I smelled disgusting and there was a thick layer of mud on my feet at all times, but heaven forbid I let my eyebrows go astray!
3. I've never tried smoking cigarettes before. (I missed the memo in 7th grade and didn't go out to the alley with all the other girls for that mandatory rite of passage. This undoubtably was a huge contributing fact to my ostracization throughout the entirety of my school career.) Yet, I still can't stop thinking about the prospect of learning how to smoke my pipe.
4. On Wednesday, my class went on a field trip to Magazines Canada, where we were allowed to browse the warehouse and take as many backissues as we pleased. It is unlikely that I will read many of these, but I like to think that I might, someday.
5. It's officially Reading Week, and I'm not in Cuba right now. This is most definitely a fact.
6. When I was in Finland, my dreams would be almost entirely in Finnish. It was like my brain collected all the things I hadn't understood throughout the day, and decided to make my sleep in a foreign language as well. After looking into it, this is apparently relatively common to people living in other countries. It's difficult to research because it's not something that can be qualitatively measured, but apparently people are more proficient in a foreign language in their dreams. (I would liken to this to the fact that I first learned to speak Bislama when I was drunk. Despite my journeys, I'm horrible at foreign languages and have a mental block that prevents me from speaking them confidently. It makes me sad.)
7. Superheroes are often independantly wealthy.
Facts for Friday: I'm like a Bon Jovi Dream Machine.