All the Things She Said

Ah, been a few days, hasn't it? I am hoping you guys are enjoying the break I've unintentionally been giving you. I've gone and bummed myself out again since Friday. I did go in for my medical exam and dropped about $330 for it. And I'll admit that it's better than what it cost in the US to have the same exact thing done. But I guess being touched, prodded, needled and stuff takes a toll on me. I got there about 30-45 mins early just to get started about 50 minutes later than my appointment was. Some lady who doesn't know when to keep her legs clothes and certainly doesn't know a damn thing about disciplining her children was in there. All 6 of them. The husband was about 943.9% useless. They were totally stressing me out.

But I'll admit that there were some pretty cute students in there... either from the Middle East or India or somewhere. Sometimes guys with those black glasses can be sexy. (And that is José, a friend of mine. I think he's super cute.)

I'm about 95% sure that my blood tests are OK. The only reason I wouldn't be sure is because I work in the medical field, that's it. I can't remember the last time that I licked any band-aids or anything, but still. And I know my urinalysis came out with no abnormalities detected. So I didn't fail that again. And the damned scale said I weighed about 78 kg (which is about 172 pounds) which I was sad about... because that means it's the most I've ever weighed. The doctor did ask me a few questions and I'm afraid that I will have to go and get something investigated further. I don't want to say much about it because I think she's full of it. We'll see. When I'm more comfortable divulging that information, I will. I'm still sort of absorbing it myself.

Gilbert came in very late Friday night (or very, very early Saturday morning, however you want to look at it) and of course he was in a shitty mood because Qantas loves delaying flights if it's drizzling outside. He was trying to talk to me and such and I just didn't want to listen. I didn't want to tell him about what the doctor said. Not then. So we argued and I just said to send me home because it's better. Today, I did tell him what's going on and I learned a very important lesson.

You never know what's going to happen from day to day. And dwelling on things when you know there is something wrong can just dig a deeper hole of self-pity. You can't do that. Well, I can't. I am responsible for other lives as well as my own. If I can make those differences in people's lives, then I have done a good thing. I'm proud to be able to say that.

But yeah, I'll be OK. I always am.

In other news, I have to go back posting weblog entries for cash. I'm getting very tight with money in the USA because I've been charging things to my credit card as of late. So I am sorry to say that the "Good Stuff" category will see a bit of a return. Not proud of it, but I have to do what I have to do.

Also, I wanted to say thanks for Scott (from Brisbane) for the voicemail. It made me smile. Thanks. I hope it didn't cost you too much to call the number in the US. But yes, thank you!