Magical Medical Adventures.
03.02.13
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Music o' the Entry: Craploads of SPC's, particularly those
from Rudra no Hihou
In a brilliant defiance of my soul-crushing homework pile, I write! Well, that and I'm alone, relatively tired, and get to work five beautiful hours of dishrooming tomorrow. Which I'll admit, isn't much, but when one considers my employment history it is. So for now, I sit and enjoy the fact that I'm no longer in my geology lab, putting up with horrid topographic maps of Mt. St. Helens and the surrounding area. Trust me kids, this does NOT inspire hope for my having to cartography come autumn...awful major! It doesn't help that while I was strolling about the Science Building today I read the major requirements for an Environmental Science degree and my heart leapt with joy and song when I saw the ichthyology class. I am going to be in college forever. But yes, I'm tired and happy to be home, taking a brief break before cooking uber-tasty Chinese food and then embarking on....*drumroll* the Mathematics Exam III Success Freeway!! I haven't actually cooked in a while, probably due in no small part to the disturbing condition of my kitchen, so I went to Ye Olde Safeway yesterday aka my favourite place in awful college town and bought a number of veggies and whatnot to make almond chicken, a dish I've never attempted before. Oh, and my favourite five-cheese garlic bread, just because it's wonderful and was on sale.
So yeah, I had my gastroscopy on Tuesday and it was...yarrrr. Far less traumatic than my previous one, they shot me up with laidocain (sp?) so I wouldn't feel the IV but gagged and got mildly sick anyway, attributable to being quite not well from having not eaten. Oh well, nothing that a nice cold washcloth won't take care of. Was proud to see that my breathing efficiency rate was nice and shiny (95-100), indicative of my non-smoking ways, but did get mildly creeped out when the heart monitor thing started beeping at me because I was too low. It's odd, they hook you up to all the fun cyborgy equipment in the endoscopy room about 10 minutes or so before the doctor even comes in so I got to see how it all worked. I have an unusual relationship with endoscopies, they're certainly not something I like doing in my spare time but I got to wear grippy socks, a warm towel and trash bag on my arm at one point (which immediately made me feel like MegaMan, off course that I shot at Matt, much to his embarrassment), all that fun IV stuff, a rubber finger hat, oxygen nose tubes, hospital bracelets, heart monitory electrodes (which weren't fun, I still have marks) and all sorts of joy, such as them pushing my bed about. The mega NOT-fun was they set up this auto-blood pressure taker to do it every 15 minutes and I absolutely LOATHE that feeling...so, following the endoscopy when we waited for me to emerge from my sedative-induced stupor, I would wake up at 15-minute intervals and evidently moan "Not again..." and then say something unintelligible in Japanese, sing the Goldfish cracker song, or just babble incoherently...yeesh. I haven't officially spoken with my doctor about the results, but my preliminary knowledge is...bizarre, at best. Mainly, ulcers, which have plagued me since about the age of 10 or so, are not visibly present in my stomach at this time. This is a very strange occurrence. I'm scheduled to speak with my doctor on Tuesday of next week and in the meantime have gone from being sick every day to being sick 90% of every day. This is utterly ridiculous and I do not approve of it, nor the new troubling little sharp jabby pains in my lower abdomen. I HATE YOU BODY.
In other fascinating news, I learned last night the sound of a train does NOT harmonize in the slightest with the Chrono Cross OST and thanks to my university's newspaper, that Pat Buchanan is an idiot of ungodly proportions. I kind of want to read his books, knowing that I'd more than likely be filled with rage, but I don't think burning indignation about a conservative asstard is such a bad thing. But it's unfair to go into anything with preconceptions...we'll see. Still, given the subject matter, I can't see how I cannot...
Yeehaw, Final Fantasy Origins is coming the US is April for $30! I can dig it...which means I have three games I'm planning to buy/have bought for 2003, including the soon-to-be-released cinema DVD called Xenosaga, Final Fantasy Origins, and Final Fantasy X-2. It's weird, I don't pronounce it "Ten-Two", I always say "Ex-Two". It'll be a big year, I purchase games very occasionally so we'll see...still, Xenosaga will put me up to three games for my PS2! w004!
Hmm, the Weather Channel Store has still not reopened, nor have I received my eagerly-awaited e-mail from them informing me that they're giving my $1000 to spend there, which would be devoted to purchasing a winter coat. Not as if I need one here though, this is the warmest January I've seen up North. Seriously, if the freaking bulbs are already coming up you know something's climatogically weird in the neighborhood.
You know what sucks? The US PLS shorthand system of location. Northwest quarter of the southeast quarter of the southeast quarter of the northeast quarter of section 14 T5N R9N my dog Queen Elizabeth blurgle!!!...gah, I hate you geology! Plague of my existence...
So tomorrow's Valentine's Day. I don't know, I never really cared about it and still don't despite it being that tomorrow as well as Matt's and mine 14-month anniversary. Yay. It's always come off as painfully contrived and markety to myself and I fail to see how some people can get so worked-up about it. Some may stab fingers at me and say it's because I have someone to be with, but frankly I'll be doing the exact thing I'd be doing without and the majority of my datable life has been spent single, and it doesn't bother me. I think perhaps I'm just getting sick of "holiday spirits" in general; I've already mentioned how Christmas pisses me off with the whole Salvation Army thing (which is not them directly; it's the fact that Christmas makes people magically generous and heaven forbid acknowledge the less-fortunate members of the populous who we pleasantly shove out of heads the other 11 months of the year. HOORAY HYPOCRISY.), but Valentine's...of course, it doesn't help that I'm as romantic as a rock plucked fresh from the tundra and generally frown on romance. I'm more looking forward to the Condom Mania at school tomorrow, I find it humorous somehow people quasi-literally hurling condoms in my direction and my desire to make them into decorations for my home. Don't care to use them for their intended purpose, but it's fun nonetheless. It also demonstrates the sheer distance between high school and college, something like this would've been a SIN at my high school and here it's a vaguely carnival-like atmosphere. Heck, this year they're even throwing out dental dams and flavored lube to people who win the STD-education games. Frankly I'd rather sit through a sex-education carnival than a reeking pool of romantic crap any day of the week, particularly tomorrow.
Ah well, piles of stuff to do as usual, this time I shall warm the oven to receive tasty food from it...as for my closing remarks, it was my friend Kel's 19th birthday yesterday so a happy one to him, as well as being Bronde's birthday tomorrow, so a happy birthday to all and good afternoon.
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