Constant Rain
More random rants, thoughts, and impromptu storiesArchive for June, 2007
Happy Birthday, I guess
You know, I have never really enjoyed my birthday. I am not sure why. Maybe when I was a kid I did, but as I got older, I think the hope and expectation that someone else would find the day as special as “they” say it should be, and the lack of that really happening, has left me in a funk each year as it rolls around. Now, I realize that I can make the day as special as I want it to be and it’s not up to others to do so, and I take responsibility for my funk. So with that said, Happy birthday, me (and Bluez, and anyone else so fortunate to enter this world on this day).
Off to work now. *sigh* BUT when I get out of work, I’m going to go here (for lunch). And I refuse to have anything low fat, sugar free, or lactose free.
Maybe one day I’ll get back to enjoying holidays and stuff like that. Perhaps that could be the topic of some self analysis or something someone else could take a stab at that some day when I feel like hearing it. But for now, I am going to go work on a paper or two.
Bye!
Barely Legal
I’m not sure why I feel compelled to share this, but I have finally embraced the fact that I am no longer a Michigan resident. Yes, it took nearly 4 years and my getting ready to move to a whole different state, but I have come to terms with not living there. I think until now, I still had the idea of returning to live there at some point. I’m not sure why, as my family keeps warning me of the “conditions” at least of my home town, and changes in both the economy and various regulations that might have an effect on me and not for the good. But none of that mattered to me, as Michigan had been the only home I’d known for 25 years, still the state of residence for many of my friends and all of my immediate family. However, today, I’ll embrace the change to becoming a legal Georgia resident (complete with license, registration, insurance, and everything), for well, about a month an a half. LOL For 6 whole weeks, I won’t have to be scared of getting pulled over for speeding, or someone randomly hitting my car (and the resultant ticket for not having the proper information). I will be a resident, full of pride and all that other stuff for this glorious (yeah right) state in which I reside, and I will take every opportunity to burn to a crispidy crisp out in the sun– Not that it takes more than a minute to do.
And I’m not looking back.
Not quite a cure?
Well, I went back to the doctor’s office and although I still had a partially collapsed lung, I really felt a lot better and decided to take my flight to try to find a place to stay. I met my mom in some central east coast city and drove around looking at apartments and such. I felt fine in terms of my lungs on the flights, but I had the WORST headache ever! It lasted for 2 days then went away. I wonder if that’s the kind of headache old Scribe is always talking about. Anyway, I am back and still without a place to stay. But I’m doing well.
Ok, so now…
… they are wondering if it is this. That’s essentially what I was talking about before. Of note, it says “In regard of the low incidence of (primary spontaneous, i.e. not due to surgical trauma etc.) pneumothorax in women (about 1/100′000/year)…” blah blah… I’m wondering how I fit into that statistic, since I’ve now had 2 this year… IN the last 2 months. Yay me. I’m going to go somewhere and finish writing a paper or something and hope my lung re-inflates. Quickly. I got a flight or two to take next week. I decided to go to the doctor’s office today because I was laying on my couch, you know, focusing on the joy of breathing, while blowing my nose every couple of seconds, and suddenly I thought, oh yeah, collapsed lung… isn’t that a contraindication for flight?? I might want to ask someone about that, as I’d surely hate to like not be able to breate at all on an airplane. Not to be dramatic, but it would be rather unfortunate. So I asked and I’m still asking. We’ll see what they say tomorrow, but I’m sure at least ONE person is going to look at me like I just asked them to lick the bottom of my feet. Sigh. I imagine this is how the TB dude was feeling when he thought about his plans to travel. lol I’m sure he was like, Oh wait.. I’ve had these plans for so long! I wonder if I can go.. I’m going to ask. And he got to his appointment, asked, and SOMEONE looked at him like, “I KNOW you must be out of your D mind! Are you serious???” And he just starred back like, “Well yeah, we’ve got plans, and it would be real inconvenient to reschedule. So what do you say?” Then they said something like, “Yeah, that’s probably not a good idea,” while thinking, “THIS dude can’t be serious! Of course you shouldn’t! Yeah it’s inconvenient to reschedule and you might lose a little money, but it’s not the end of the world.” While not conveying that as strongly as they might have thought, the dude said, “Well, honey, they didn’t say NOT to, so let’s ride out.” And then all the chaos happened. I’m imagining a similar situation where I go in tomorrow and say, “So yeah, I got this flight on Monday, and do you think I will make it?” And someone will be thinking, “IS SHE SERIOUS?!? WHO in their right mind would take a flight with a collapsed lung?? Don’t you know that’s a potential medical emergency?? HELLO?!? DEATH?? DOES THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU???” And they’ll actually say, “Um yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I’LL then think, “Well they didn’t say no,” and chaos will occur… *SIGH!!*
AHH! AHH!!
Random rain thoughts- includes mini rant
So I’m waiting for a fire drill and I thought I would post really quickly. Not too much is going on still. Just working the two jobs and being tired. I am looking forward to going to Baltimore in a little less than 2 weeks. I’m meeting my mother and some other family members out there for a few days but I will be taking care of some business. It will still be nice to see them since I don’t see the fam too often.
I just ate a cookie I purchased at a farmer’s market down here and I am disturbed that it tasted like the smell of the farmer’s market. You know how funky those placse are from all the raw fish and meat laying around funking up the place! It’s not like the cookie wasn’t wrapped up or anything. I am so upset. I ate half of it because I felt obligated to because I had paid for it, but it was truly musty tasting. I drank some coffee afterward and still couldn’t get the must funk out of my mouth. BLEH!! Now I have must mouth…. Ok, I’ll stop. lol
Hope all is well in blog land. Adios!