October 8th, 2005


Friday Fiver - Code Blue

weather: rainy
outside: 11°C
mood: okay
Firstly, assholes suck. That is all.


1. Have you ever been to the emergency room?

I've only been in the ER a few times in my life.

The first time was at age 3 for a dislocated elbow from the Drag-The-Sled-Up-The-Mountain game with family friends' kids. The carpetted flight of stairs was the mountain.

Guess who was the sled. X}

2. What's the worst pain you've ever had?

By far, the worst pain I've had was an emotional pain. Hopelessness and helplessness is blunt, widespread, nowhere and everywhere at the same time. It comes from inside and there's nothing anyone can do about it. The resolution has to come from within.

I might be one of those rare people who don't feel any better to know that I'm not alone. It doesn't resolve my issue and I derive no comfort in knowing that other people are in the same boat. In fact, why would anyone feel better to know that other people are hurting too?

3. If you could choose your doctor, do you prefer someone of the same or opposite sex?

Whoever listens to me and lets me ask questions. Whoever spells keywords for me to Google for.

4. Do you take vitamins?

No. Humans were never meant to take vitamins and supplements that are not in the form of food.

If I wanted Vitamin C, I'll have an organic orange. It may be mostly Vitamin C, but there are hundreds of other nutrients that we haven't isolated, haven't named, don't know anything about and don't yet understand how they're supposed to all work together.

5. Would you prefer to go to the doctor, the dentist or go sky diving?

I prefer going to the dentist.

Ray Fong at the Fairview Dental Centre is the coolest dentist alive. He'll always prefer to preserve your original teeth and only remove or extract if there's no other alternative. I had badly affected teeth from penicillin and tetracycline treatments at 13 and 15 months, I wouldn't have lived otherwise.

Ray gave me the ability to smile freely. And you'd be amazed at how immense something that simple can actually be.


Gleeful Dorkiness

weather: mostly cloudy
outside: 10.9°C
mood: highly amused
I'm 7½ years old again. I'm camping in the middle of a forest somewhere far far away from civilization. It's past midnight, I'm horribly lost, like Wrong Toin At Albuh-koiky Lost, it's now pouring buckets which is one step down from raining frogs, I'm soaked to the bone and freezing to death, ill dressed for this weather because it's all packed neatly into the truck that was supposed to be meeting me at my destination. I've only just finished pitching my tent, in the muddy, puddle-ridden ground, by the headlights of my car with nothing but a Phillips screwdriver.

Okay, okay. I'm just sitting cross-legged in bed with my head holding my comforter up and tapping away on my laptop. The wireless connection is surprisingly stable. I thought it would be a bit wonky because I'm two floors away from the router =P But userinfoHusband Guy just came upstairs and laughed at me and called me a silly head, so that's the amount of fun I'm having =)

Ever since I got my wireless enabled laptop, I've settled in the dining room as my workspace, at the end of a long table with ovalled ends. I'm there instead of in the computer area where we used to be. It's also closer to the bird's cages where I sit during the day.

Almost every day, I'll get into a "conversation" with the birds from my seat. My brain somehow decides for me that the house is too quiet and I'll randomly whistle or twitter a nonsensical tune as I'm reading or doing something.

Those two LOVE it when I start talking. They'll answer back enthusiastically. I think they're hoping that it means I'll come over and take them out to play. userinfoSkippy does sharp single chirps at the top of her lungs that are more like barking. userinfoSid does short but multi-note phrases.

I say something, they say something. I say something, they say something. And back and forth it goes. I continue these conversations almost unconsciously. I have no idea what I'm saying. I hope I'm not spouting hate propoganda, but there's no way for me to tell, really.

But because I have these conversations unconsciously, I've been known to do it in an environment where the birds aren't even around. There have been times when it's really quiet in the office at Work and I'll suddenly start twittering, out of habit. X}