A little bit of everything...

It's thundering out, and silent in here, no sound of rainfall, no hiss and patter, just a soft flash and rumble, far away. Heat lightning, God blinking, the sky expressing, like I, its discontent with the heat and still of summer. Cover me in thistle clouds, Lay me down and lay me down. Wish the winter all around, Hide our love in thistle clouds Feel the lightning strike us still What you will is what you will Can you feel the coming chill After lightning lays us still Wait, the rain comes fast and cold Love is old - yes, love is old Hands that touch are far too bold Wash away our love with cold Hidden here in thistle down Love me now, please love me now Lest the summer find us out Hidden here in thistle down. ~21-July-03, "thistle down"~ I'm sorry this isn't any better; it feels forced and contrived to me, sort of a linguistic enema to rid me of a part of the lines that have been stuck in my mind for days now, the opening lines of the poem. I worry sometimes that I'm losing my touch completely, but I think it's more that I lack the time to sit and stare into space, and wonder any more. It's raining now, and I can hear the soft touch of raindrops on the glass of the patio doors as the wind blows them to and fro. And as quickly as they came, as quickly as I went to look out and see to the wellbeing of my plants on the patio, they're gone, leaving behind a warm and humid night, overcast, with lightning dancing in the air. I had tales to tell, O Best Beloved, but they fade in the wake of the storm, nestled into the recesses of my memory, where one day blurs into another. I haven't heard back from the IAFP yet; that worries me. I'm supposed to go - if I'm going - on Thursday this week. If I don't hear from him by noon-ish, I guess I'll call his office and see. I've e-mailed twice. I hate not knowing what's going on, and I really want to go to this conference. Dangit, Carolyn, why couldn't you be more comprehensibly forthcoming about this whole bloody thing?

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Horse Update

Asked about the horse from today's post re: the girl who ran into it. : I was wrong. Apparently at the scene it had some lacerations but was up and walking around, apparently survived the collision in good shape. More updates later, I think, once I've slept and worked in the morning. Ask me about: The girl with pneumonia that I successfully diagnosed. And freakin' dictated. Seeing fracture patients on my own. The lady who thought she had West Nile Virus. The patient who liked to fish, and was speaking to me coherently with a blood sugar of 25. The woman who had a swollen, tender joint plus a fever, and we can't figure out why. (Endocarditis, maybe?) "Go see this lady with chest pain and tell me what you think." And I got costochondritis on the first try, and he said I was probably right. Today was a day of triumphs. And I'm going to take them and go to sleep, so I can be up and about for an 8 to 4 shift and RP after. And then 10 to 6 on Saturday. *wanders to bed*

Scheduling Note:

RP Crowd: We will be playing on Friday. Plan on dinner here (possibly sketti, possibly something else) and arrival times around 6ish. I will be home by then. I'd love to get in a good long session with lots of horrible things done to you. And , this includes you in the invite :) NEXT weekend (the 25th) I will be in French Lick if all goes according to plan, and unable to RP. The weekend after that is on. Sound good?

The computer room needs an air conditioner.

No post last night; got home at 4:30 AM after doing my overnight shift. Things slow down around 3 AM, but before that we were wicked busy. It was a warm, clear summer night, just right for running into things, falling off of Go-Karts, and generally causing mayhem. Highlight: 21-year-old K. hit a horse, which then came down on top of her car. Got to help pick glass off, get her off a backboard, and watch the show. Her face is fucked up but will recover. She's going to be fine. Highlight: Dr. H, at the end of his shift, turns to me and says: "I want to thank you. For a third-year student, you've been really quite useful. A lot of them are worthless." Highlight: Felt I performed adequately on my late-night pimping regarding the most cost-effective way to screen someone who comes into the ED with vague abdominal discomfort. No dirty looks, only a fair amount of prompting. It's hard to get into the mindset where one says "If we make an incidental diagnosis of a problem, fine. But what we're really worried about is the stuff that can kill people, so rule that out first." So, our cost-effective workup is the following: An EKG, a CBC, a chest X-ray, an upright abdominal X-ray, a urinalysis (with pregnancy test when the patient is female), and a lipase measurement. That should rule out all the things that can kill you. And I needed relatively decent prompting to think through it. He didn't seem displeased, at least. Highlight: Stopped to chat with a cop who was in for a twisted ankle (make sure it's not broken) and got to hear the story of the old lady who fell, and after two days was still conscious enough to yell "get me off this damn floor" at the police who broke in to rescue her. He said if he saw me on the street with a cigarette, he'd stop me for underage smoking. I laughed. That made at least twice last night I was told I didn't look older than 17 or 18. Then there was the OD, I jotted a few notes down on the spot: Let's call her V. She came in today having taken an OD of something because of her pain. She's nearly 60. Her husband was cheating on her and she kicked him out today. I talked to her , stayed after the nurse left because I felt called to. And for once I knew what to say, listened to her tell me all the things that were going on. And I quoted Hebrews to her and told her I would pray for her. She needs it. She needs that and a good psychiatrist and dear God when I crossed her forehead, let the right I felt be the right of that brief momentary click of the divine. I felt it again, finally. I hesitate to call it a highlight, but it was.something to carry deep in my heart. Highlight (, share the joy): I saw a man today with primary sclerosing cholangitis. This is something we learned in Pathology and figured we'd never see. His wife explained his whole history to me, and let me put on the collection bags to drain his stents. Yay for rare diseases! Driving home at 4 AM I heard a bird chirping. Just one, but it was insistent about it. Window wide open, defrost on high heat (did I reset that, Angel?), and the night just spanning out around me. Ah, beautiful. Oh, and : I know cryptic just drives you nuts, but that would be telling. You'll see at least one of them in toto, soon enough. And now to wrestle up enough will to get lunch before I go out (seems like fast food, even Arby's, makes my stomach all twisty any more), go downtown, and hit the library and the traffic violations court. And if I'm lucky, muster up the energy to hit Curves. Unlikely. Tonight is 4-midnight, tomorrow I do 8-4. I'll definitely go then. I might even go Saturday, to wake myself up. ED is going to do wonders to my appetite. I'm living on ice water and apple juice half the time.

Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee...

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More fluff...

Don't go in until 8 PM tonight, so I slept until 11:30. Pondering whether to go to Curves today or just go do all my other errands, like going to the City-County building and waving my Defensive Driving certificate in their faces, returning my library belongings, and...oh, wait, that's about it. Pondering playing Morrowind if the game will run on the TV-out. Pondering calling my dad to see what he says about the backed-up drains in the kitchen (should we call a plumber or the warranty people?). Speaking of Curves...yesterday was weigh-in day. I weighed and measured when I joined in March. I then broke my arm, got lazy, and didn't do it again for several reasons until June. Because I moved my membership, I don't have access to the June measurements, but I know I gained 8.5-9.5 pounds in those two months, and an inch everywhere except my chest, where I gained two. That should compute to a fairly substantial net inch gain. Yesterday's measurements, compared (like the June ones) to my original March ones, came out 8.5 lbs heavier, down an inch on my bust and half an inch on my abdomen, and up half an inch to an inch everywhere else. In other words: Between June and July I didn't gain anything, even accounting for different measuring styles. In fact, I may have lost a pound or so. What that represents is - if not a reversal, at least a cessation of my previous trend. This is a Good Thing. I'll go today if I'm still out and about at 3 when they reopen from lunch. Right now, I need food, though, and some good old-fashioned video game fun. : I can e-mail you, or I can put it in a TMI-locked journal entry, because I think at least one other person would be interested in knowing. Your choice.

More information than you wanted...

What is your sexual preference? Bisexual, but happily married to a boy who holds the other half of my soul, so you tell me where I land in that regard. What is your status? Married. See above. How many sexual partners have you had in your lifetime? If by sexual partners we mean people I've had penetrative sex with, just one. If we expand the definition it gets complicated. At what age did you lose your virginity? 22. Where did you lose your virginity? In the hotel room, downtown Fort Wayne. How would you best describe your first sexual experience? As far as intercourse? Well...two virgins, two bottles of champagne, and performance anxiety makes for a pretty rough night. It was something to giggle about, once we got things figured out the next night. Any sexual experience? I remember being given explicit instructions on how to kiss, and taunted about my inexperience. The rest of it's kind of a blur. A six-month blur. Have you ever masturbated? Yes. At what age did you first masturbate? Ten or twelve? I don't know, exactly, I don't really ever remember not masturbating. How often do you masturbate? Depends on a lot of factors, including how much stress I'm under, whether I'm studying, and how much I'm getting laid. Somewhere between once a month and five times a day. Have you had an orgasm? Yis. At what age did you have your first orgasm? As in real, genuine, non-faked, completely-natural orgasm? Oh, hell. Seventeen or eighteen? Do you always masturbate to orgasm? No. Sometimes I just do it for the hell of it. Have you experienced multiple orgasms? Yes. Would rather go for separate singles, actually. What's your favorite way to orgasm? That's a toss-up between Angel's tongue and a good pulsating-stream handheld shower head. I'll go for the tongue, nine times out of ten. Do you prefer to be dominant or submissive? Depends on my mood. Usually somewhere in between. Do you prefer circumcised or un-circumcised? I've only ever had one kind, so no opinion besides the aesthetic here. Do you use porn to get aroused? Sometimes. Usually I'm already horny when I watch it. How do you get someone else aroused? Ears and throats and backrubs with a purpose. Where are you most erogenous? Skin. Definitely skin. Failing that, the back of my neck, and a few other spots I'm not telling on. What is the kinkiest thing you have done? Gah. Uhm. Gave a blowjob on the steps of a mausoleum in broad daylight, once. I think it might've been the same one I made out with a different boy on top of at night, but I can't be sure. They all start to look the same (mausoleums, not boys). For a while I was giving blowjobs just about anywhere I could get away with it. Still am. Anything girl-on-girl I've done has been rather boringly straightforward, so I suppose that doesn't count. I used to play with whips, but have since lost both my touch and my whips. What is your favorite sexual position? Me on top. Or doggy-style, depends on my mood. Where do you usually have sex? Bed. Although the couch is nice. When do you usually have sex now? Evenings. Hell, it's the only time we see eachother conscious, although I've been known to send Angel off to work with a blowjob. How often do you have sex now? Varies. 2-5 times a week, I'd guess. Do you usually orgasm during sex? Yep. Somewhere in the process. Does your partner usually orgasm during sex? Yep. How do you usually keep your pubic hair? Missing. How do you like your partner to keep their pubic hair? Male: Natural. Female: Shaved. Do you usually have music on during sex? Not unless we have company. Have you had anal sex? Nope. Still considering the prospect. Do you like to get tied up? Yis. What is one fantasy you would play out? Okay, that's my little secret. You'll have to ask personally for me to think of one. :P What is your preferred method of birth control? Pill. Do you use lubricant? Nyet. Never had to. Do you use sex toys? When the mood strikes. What are your biggest turn-ons? Um...depends on my mood, really. Women: Probably schoolgirl outfits or anything that's short and screams "I'm pretending to be jailbait". Men: Angel's patented "on the floor now" look. Absolutely. Oh, and being taken advantage of. Oh, and giving blowjobs. :P What are your biggest turn-offs? Breathing someone else's air (I know it sounds weird). Bypassing foreplay. Funny smells.

Firstly, fluff.

I am in 80% control of my life.Who controls yours?quiz by midgetfarm.com


I am the Which smiley are you?
And my journal, interpreted (see here): I couldn't empathy and he was pregnant and strength, the uncountable reasons why take all the way when you are well he was sniffling, said? And a couple of sulking and that would like anyone who's is enough, to congratulate you. When I achieved it sounded so a lot: of comfort that it all I've got to fifteen one I thick you I weren't the air uvular angioedema, the whole new roller coasters to talk to get my Angel over her MRI up a wrestler and I'll it's the girl was a week: and a giant soft touch of a BAC camera that she was going to use the desk I deny will then she told them all of approval. Got to be around to me the Power Tower which put her story to; using all things and bought water And Sunday I felt a doctor: easier. But first, of my supervisor own heart to I choose to do the empathy right. And a link from Piccy: The Best Blonde joke ever! Today is a red-letter day: Not only did I learn how to do (and successfully perform) a Foley catheter insertion, but I also was put in charge of stitching up a human being for the Very First Time. I put eight stitches in his head and got the wound tightened up quite nicely, even if I did make the PA do the internal stitches for me. More about today later (including my report from Curves), Angel got me flowers so I want to shower and be nice to him. : Not yet. Have some anatomical reservations.

Answers, for those who asked questions:

Question-asking is not closed by any means. : Best? The spiritual and emotional commitment gives me something to anchor my dreams on. I don't have to wonder whether things will end. Worst? Always having someone around means that you notice all the tiny things, and it's not always easy to grit your teeth and learn to deal with the fact that nobody's perfect. : Yes :) : The longer things go on, the less inclined I am to say yes. As of now...probably not. But it's hard to give an absolute answer; I don't know where the boundaries lie, so I don't know what counts, per se. Follow me?

A whole freakin' patient!

I had a patient all to myself today. When people asked who was the doctor responsible for the patient in Room X, I got to say "She's mine." I got to call the neurologist, Dr. S, and consult with her on what to do with P. I got to write an order for an MRI and bloodwork. And I got to bitch and moan because she was a total nutcase with a touch of postpartum depression who thinks she's dying. But she was my fucking patient! Dr. E pulled her chart out, handed it to me. "Go take a look, see what you think." I came back and reported on reflexes and strength, and he quirked a brow. Said it didn't make sense. He went along, did the Rhomberg test on her and a few other things, and then handed me the chart. "She's all yours. We'll move her MRI up and when it's scheduled, call her neurologist and see what she wants us to do." And there I am with a chart. Write me an order, please, says D on the desk. It dawns on me that I don't know what we're MRI'ing. So I grabbed the PA on duty, asked him. Just the head? Sure, sounds right. So I wrote MRI head in the blank and put it in the queue. Told the girl on the desk I needed Dr. S on the line. She got her for me, a couple hours later. "I'm Nykki, a third-year medical student on rotation here in the ER, and I've got a patient of yours here, P. We're going to move her MRI up and wondered what else you wanted done." Well, let's do the standard bloodwork...and then she went through it, just in case, I think. So I marked up the order again and handed it over. And I stuck my head in to give her the reports and let her know what was going on, and after Dr. E saw her briefly, I was the only person to talk to her. Went over her chart with the docs and was given the go-ahead. Finally discharged her with a completely normal workup ten minutes before I left. Go follow up with your family doctor. Was just...very empowering. Mitigated by failing to diagnose ringworm + impetigo on a wrestler and not realising that a little kid with an elevated alk-phos is normal. Can't win them all. I did get pyloric stenosis in my differential of the kid who had it. Paediatric surgeon came in and needed stitching up. He'd dropped a rock on his finger working on his rock garden. "I've got surgery at 6, can we expedite X-rays?" Two drunks today, one with a BAC of 0.359 at first measurement, the other refusing all treatment. And a diabetic who got happy with the insulin or something, blood sugar of 28. It was a bit of a looney bin today. Met Dr. U, who's neatospiff, and followed Dr. B around. I'm beginning to get a feel for things, although forgetting my stethoscope is a Bad Thing. I had a suck-ass loaner. Saw J today, the EMT who took me on my ridealong. He's still working the same shift, we chatted a bit, he said I should come back again. He was fun. Feeling much better than I was this morning. Thinking I should go to bed relatively early, as I'm due back into the ED at 8 AM.

Quiz, and fluff.

Your score is: 25/50 What does that mean? Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest...Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken. What is yours? Mmm. To borrow from someone else: When life gets you down, just think: I'm glad I'm not a Russian Amputee Bride. Think I'll save this survey from until I'm feeling a little better. Plus, it's going under a TMI-cut. So, if you're a new reader, O Best Beloved, and missed my previous poll regarding opting in on the TMI list, now's a second chance. Just put your username in the box and submit it, and I'll add you to the list. And while I'm making polls, I'll borrow another idea: the 'ask me anything' poll. Ask me a question, any question, and I'll answer it. I don't have any secrets from most of you anyway.

"Is that your happy face or your horny face?"

...I'll tell you later. Firefest was good. V. good. Will have pictures and movies posted soon. Jorath ripped part of my thumbnail off with a kendo stick shortly into the afternoon, which put an end to me sparring, but I wiped the blood off, put it back together, and cut my nail short to avoid snagging it, so now I'm more or less healed. They let me set off a couple of fireworks, big ones. Was exciting to do it, much enjoyment was had. But mostly, it was just the show and getting to see people I didn't know without my introvert kicking in...which it did about 2 or 3 AM, when I didn't want to be around people any more. So I made everyone go home. I'd warned them in advance. Pictures (I've resized them down to a more reasonable resolution, y'all) can be found here. Bri and Jefe went back on Sunday to help clean up and hang out. Angel and I went to see LXG (really not bad, and a lot of literary fun, not to mention the trailer for Haunted Mansion at the front) and have dinner, as he works 9-6 today and I work 2-10, and it's our anniversary. So we had a good time yesterday instead. Close enough. And I have plans to make later on this week, too. Got up this morning and scanned through my scrollback. Dash'd logged Nicholai and Andrique on. Felt a quiet twisting of frustration and jealousy that he only ever seems to want to RP with Lily any more, and that he has all of her characters tied up and unavailable, so I can't play. Hell, who am I kidding, I'm frustrated and annoyed as hell that the only people who seem to be around and want to roleplay there are Ryken and Angel. I'm tired of the same thing over and over, without variation. Boy meets girl. Boy and girl cocoon their characters - half the time all of them that exist - into a series of private little tete-a-tetes that tie up and eliminate any chance of involving anyone else. And then they stay there forever, and nothing ever happens. I'm exhausted by it, and if Arcana weren't the main means of communication for our group around here, I might just quit playing completely. It's not like anyone would actually miss me. I feel like a secondhand book today; something everyone just passes around to get it off their hands. Everyone's better for everyone else than me; all I do is get in the way, bitch and fight and feel sorry for myself. Nobody talks to me or looks for me for help - I've lost the empathy and the ability to say the right things somewhere along the way; when I lost my mysticism and my tangible, anchoring connection to the divine. I don't know where they went, somewhere along the way when I stopped writing and stopped reading and started studying all the fucking time. Somewhere along the way when I forgot to walk the shadow path that used to maintain me and stepped off into the daylight and the brightside. On either side the darkness flies One side is day, the other night And young I am In these Shadowlands The dawn and dusk at brilliance full Here life and death have even pulls When down I go Where Shadows know This twilight world is but a line The road I seek is faint and fine I walk at last The Shadowpath The nightside on my right is full Of haunting creatures, hunting ghouls I shy away From Shadows’ play The dayside on my left is rife With birdsong and the call of life I look to right Curse Shadowlight And tread the path the Shadows do ‘Tween dark and night where all is true And lonely stand In the Shadowlands. NsK 5-9-95 "Walking in the Shadowlands" I don't feel as real, as connected. I don't feel like I know anyone at all. It's funny, as I hear each one of my friends saying that they just feel tolerated...and I respond, and I deny it, and I know it's true because I need them so...and now I'm saying the same thing, and I'll get the same responses, and I won't believe them because I can't feel the connections, the philotic web, if you will, like I used to. And I don't like it. I want it back. I want to meet people and know them, because of the images that spring into my mind, patterns and colours and shapes that modulate with their voice and their actions but have never led me wrong and have always proved me true. I want to feel the soft touch of the divine taking over my voice and my hands, moving me - moving me - and never failing to give me reason to believe that I do not have to know what to say; it will be given to me. I used to. Where did it go? If this is growing up, I don't want to. I feel like Peter, not just losing the brilliance and the wonder, but forgetting it, forgetting how I achieved it and not knowing how to get back. And yet I know there is a way, as long as I know the Shadowlands, as long as I remember the feeling of that knife's edge between oblivion and despair. I know it. I know I was there, not so long ago, and I will find it again. But what do I do? Where do I go?

Oh, and.

My baby sister (Not my Chelly, the other one, who's 19) is pregnant. I discussed this at some length with a clerk who was stocking shelves in Walgreen's, where I bought water and notepads because they were on sale cheap. She was glad to have someone to talk to for a bit, I think. She sounded glad. I was glad to have a bit of time to let my muscles unclench from Curves (I had to force myself to go, but I went). Discovered that Curves Georgetown opens at 6 M-R, so I can go early in the mornings before my shifts at the ED.
Threat rating: High. The Bush administration is
concerned that it may not get a second term.
Therefore, we are going to change the rules so
that each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2
votes because Democrat is a shorter word than
Republican

What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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What rating is your journal?
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Whump.

...being the sound, of course, of me flopping into my chair. Tomorrow morning: Defensive driving class. At least I know where I'm going. And I have my money order. Tomorrow evening: Out to Beaker's for Firefest. Must enjoy self, as Sunday I will then sleep all day and show up for a week and a half straight of working 8-hour shifts in the ED. Next weekend: Roleplay. Work 8-4 Friday and 10-6 Saturday. And 2-10 Sunday. Weekend after: Go to French Lick for the IAFP conference. Be lonely, unless the hotel room has Internet. Come back and wrap up my ED shifts. Next Month: Paediatrics. Today in the ED: Child with a giant soft spot on her head. It's a collection of fluid. We almost had to sedate her to put her in the CAT scan, but decided to consult radiology instead. Several plain films later, no fracture was detected. Saw some chest pain and a Real Heart Attack or two, as well as some gall bladders, two lacerations, a little boy with stomach pain and a kid with a dog bite. Also learned an important lesson: A pulmonary embolus can mimic anything. Today, it mimicked a pleural effusion under fractured ribs. It was only because Dr. B smelled something fishy that he sent her to get a spiral CT. Big 'un, too. Saw two kids (one fifteen, one eighteen) ambulate themselves in after an accident last night. Car hit some water at 60 MPH and then met up with two signs and a tree. Not much left of the car, apparently. Didn't see the driver, just the passengers. Boy was wearing a seatbelt, came out with a nasty bruise and a broken toe. Girl was lying down without a seatbelt in the back seat. She's going to have a nasty bruise over her eye, and possibly an occult fracture of her fibula. They're lucky to be alive. Became acquainted with one more detail of the case: boy has an outstanding warrant for parold violation. Mother knows it, knows he's been running for three weeks. She was at the ED. She called the sheriff's office, told them to come get him because he was going to run again as soon as he got home with her. He knew she called - she must've told him. Sheriff's office gave her the runaround - she told her story to at least four people on the phone before finding someone who told her they'd come pick him up. She was sniffling, said to us (we were right there, she knew we had to have heard): "You try to do the right thing, and they make it so hard to do. No wonder people don't..." and went back to his room. He didn't run; he stayed where he was and waited for us to treat him. Sheriff's office showed up (just one guy in a brown uniform) shortly after we'd taped his toe. He left the hospital in handcuffs, headed for the youth facility. I felt so bad for his mom... Made friends with a paramedic. They know who I am now, and they let me come in when they're putting people into rooms. I like paramedics - they're neat people. I also like nurses. In fact, I like anyone who makes being a doctor easier. Maybe I'm just a people-liking person. Made friends with the boy with a stomachache. Five years old, took as many nurses to hold him down and draw blood. Half a minute later he was friendly and cheerful with the nurse who'd done it. So sweet. I let him use my stethoscope to listen to his own heart, and we talked about Carl Ripkin, Jr. Well, he talked. I said "wow" a lot. He's fine, probably just a little cramp or something. The ED was much less busy today, probably because we only had four holds. We didn't have to use any of the overflow rooms. Got a schedule worked out with Iwona at about 4 and then left, before the murmurs of an unconscious, pain-responsive-only four-year-old due to arrive became reality. I didn't want my heart to break at the end of the day. Tonight: We're going to go see Pirates of the Caribbean at 10:15, so no roleplaying :( And now it's dinnertime.

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It's all becoming a blur.

Yesterday:

Cedar Point trip went off almost perfectly. Could hardly have been better. We went on a Wednesday, when there were thunderstorms predicted all morning. It rained most of the trip there. By noon, it was sunny and cloudless; not a drop of rain fell on the park the entire time we were there. The threat of rain scared everyone away, though, and we had short lines. Short lines meant that I got to ride three brand-new roller coasters to me, a real triumph. It means that with the exception of the new (and buggy) Top Thrill Dragster and the Power Tower, which doesn't interest me at all, I've ridden every coaster at the Point. Got to the park at 10 AM our time, leaving us two hours before we had to come back and get the coolers ready for feeding the kids. Stayed near the front of the park for time's sake. Three rides: The Raptor: still my favourite ride in the park. I have a real thing for inverted rollercoasters, I think, and the Raptor is my favourite of them all. Wish I'd had time to ride it about ten more times. The Wicked Twister (new for me this year): Too short. Way too short. I was really starting to get into being flung up a curvy spike backwards. Disaster Transport: When I was first going to the Point, this was a set of bobsleds on an outdoor bobsled run. Every time it looked like raining, the ride had to be closed because the sleds would go out of control on a wet track. So they built a giant box over it and called it Disaster Transport. First it had this Alaskan Transport theme, but this year everything was blacklit and alien-themed, and they did this neat starfield effect. Notably, the line is almost all inside in the blacklights and the neon paint, and it's like 50 degrees in the building - except for the ride, which is nice and warm. You could get pneumonia. Still runs on the bobsled track, though, and that's cool. Lunch went over well. Angel was afraid the kids wouldn't want to eat ham/turkey and cheese. He forgot a knife for the peanut butter and jelly, too, but I provided with my light fingers and a nearby food stand's plasticware tray. Then they took off, because they had Fastlane stamps for getting into the Raptor. We headed to the back of the park, passed over the Iron Dragon on our way to Frontier Town the long way, examined the line for the Mantis and declared it too long for a stand-up coaster that I probably wouldn' t like. Crossed the tracks toward the line for the Millennium Force, which stands where the Ferris Wheel used to be. Said to Angel: There'll be no way, the line'll be two or three hours. I hate waiting more than 1.5 hours for a ride. The line was an hour. Forty minutes or so, really. So we got in line and were not disappointed. Was it worth the wait? Was it ever. This nearly ties with the Raptor as my favourite ride. The 310-foot first hill had me staring out over the lake, eyes getting wider and wider and wider as we kept going up and up and up and up...and then came the 300-foot drop at 80º. Angel: I had three whole thoughts going down that hill. With complete syntax. It was the greatest first hill I've ever been on. Mind: I rode the Magnum XL-2000 once, and vowed I'd never bother waiting in line for it again because it's just one big hill and a lot of suck. I was expecting the same. We came around the corner off the hill so fast and hard I started getting tunnel vision from the G's. And it just kept kicking ass. Not the spinning, sky-kicking kick-ass of the Raptor, but the high-speed hard-turning kick-ass that marks the other best kind of coaster. And we got to the end, to hear the guy behind us say That was like sex on wheels. I could've used a cigarette. We walked around the park for 15-20 minutes after that, letting the thrill linger, and then got on the Cedar Creek Mine Ride. I make a point of going on this little beast every time I go to the Point, because something about it just amuses the hell out of me. Maybe it's the people I meet in line. This time it was The Goth Girl. She was somewhere in her high-school years, probably sixteen or seventeen, in black long-shorts, black hose, black Vans, black tank, heavy blue-and-black eye makeup. And one of those incredibly cute snub-nosed faces, shoulder-length dark brown straight hair, and I felt an instant kinship with her somehow. So we talked, about the water ride she'd just (obviously) come off of, and the roller coasters, and little things like that. The park. And when we got in our car for the Mine Ride, she waved to me. She's a story, if I can find it, something about her that still clings to me. Got off the Mine Ride and followed the park around. Hopped on the Gemini with its 25-minute line. Another favourite, celebrating its 25th year, it has a vortex finish that always thrills me, and a dip with a bar that I can never keep my hands up going under. I know it's high enough, but I've never been able to control the reflex to duck them. I rode it seven times in a row once, when there was no line at all. Got yummy lemony smoothie-type-ice cream and ate it as we walked. Skipped the Witches' Wheel, which is a real shame, because there's nothing like tucking myself into someone's lap and being spun around in circles upside down. But we had to make our way back to the checkpoint to check all the youth in for the 4:00 checkin. Along the way we stopped at the Corkscrew, an old favourite which has long since fallen out of favour and into the "well, it goes upside-down, sounds fun" category. Plus, it goes screaming down across the Midway. This is a Good Thing. Got water from a nacho stand. Now, if you ask, they have to give you ice water for free. I got in line. I got up to the counter. As I'm waiting for him to finish getting the order together from the last person, a man comes up to the counter, bypassing the line. "Do you have waters?" --Yes. "Give me a big one." --We give 16-ounce cups of water, is that all right? "I want a 20-ounce." Note that they don't even have 20-ounce cups. --Just a moment, sir. He turns to me, asks if he can help me. Two waters, please, I say. He gets them. Asshole stalks off as soon as the guy behind the counter stops giving him his full attention. Is it just me, or was that a rude thing to do? Checked in the kids. Bought sunscreen, as I was turning red. $14 a bottle. Highway robbery, but we'd left ours in the car, whoops. Headed back out toward the train (time to ride the train and take a break, oh yes.) Well, the line for the Iron Dragon was only 15 minutes, so we did it. It used to be super-cool, but suspended coasters have to be more than just suspended any more to get a real thrill. The best part of it was flying through the mists over the lagoon. And then we got off, pondered the WildCat (newly painted in purple and yellow, a change from its old white tracking) but decided the line was too long for something we'd ridden before. The line moves incredibly slowly, too. Started for the train and decided to check the line for the Mantis again. Less than 45 minutes. We headed for it. I don't like standing roller coasters, and the Mantis was no exception. Between my feet and the uncomfortable bicycle seats, physical discomfort takes precedence over cool rides. That's why I won't ever go on the Mean Streak again. It just rattles you around too much. But the coolness of the Mantis's ride did make up for the uncomfortable seats, and I think I might do it again. Unlike Kings' Island's King Cobra, which I couldn't be forced onto. Saw the Goth Girl in line for the ride as we were getting off, yelled and waved. She waved back, asked how it was. Told her it was great. Moved on, thought about doing the Millennium Force again and I vetoed standing in line for an hour and a half in favour of going for some food and a sit-down show. Sit-down show was all done showing, except for bad country-western karaoke. Damn. Bought homestyle cheese fries somewhere in there, and hand-dipped fried cheese on a stick. That was an experience. It was a log of white processed cheese food wrapped in cornbread and deep-fried. It was good, as long as I didn't think about what I was eating. Shopped some, overhearing the conversation between the counter-boy and the girl: We also have mood toe rings. Mood toe rings? Yes. I need a mood toe ring. Chatted with the hat-shop clerk about wages (shit when you start) and with the girl on the Iron Dragon about whether they work one ride all season (yes, and the crew who work the Raptor are all bitchy). Passed up the Magnum (for reasons previously stated), didn't get to the Demon Drop (damn), skipped the Power Tower (bleah) and the Top Thrill Dragster (looks like another Magnum - too much wait for one hill and a lot of suck, plus it was broken most of the day. Took the train back through all the fun little skeletons doing silly little animatronic things, then took the skyride back to Johnny Rocket's. One hour left, half an hour wait. Saw the youth inside, said hi. They told us not to wait, it wasn't that good. We started back toward Coasters, but got distracted by a hamburger joint and just got food there. I spent quite some time feeding fries to birds to see how close they'd come in the shadow of the Raptor, until a herd of small elephants scared them away. Passed a little time watching some guys play DDR in the arcade, challenge mode. Must buy DDR to use with the pad I already have. We had time for one more ride, and we made it the Blue Streak. This little beast is almost 40 years old, and it doesn't go all that fast (40 mph), but it makes the very best of its speed and I spent half the ride clinging to my safety bar to keep from flying away. Yay for the Blue Streak. Polished off the day with Classic Cars for the hell of it, met up with the adults, and were home by midnight. The kids were great, the park was great, and I managed to get up and going this morning in time to see Dr. H at 9 AM.

Today:

Got to the hospital, signed papers and got my badge, and then we got slammed. I mostly just ran around in the wake of doctors, fetched things and checked to see if labs were back, but we had a few Teachable Moments, including subcutaneous air, uvular angioedema, the value of doing a CBC on an 86-year-old patient with dizziness, and why it's a Bad Idea to put your excess hospital inpatients in the ED. We had 12 of 18 exam rooms full of hospital patients, were using all 6 extra rooms plus six hallway stations where patients got to sit on carts and watch the world go by. But it was fun. Must work out scheduling with Iwona so we know when and how to come in. Was told fourteen to fifteen shifts makes up a 35-40 hour work week. Am confused. Too sore today to go to Curves. Must go tomorrow, and again on Saturday, and every day after that. I could go in the mornings, before the hospital. That would be good. And now it's time to go adore on my Angel for a bit. *vanishes*

Digital Camera

Verdict: I like it :) Also verdict: I like my hair. Showing here and here. Also also verdict: We have to be at church at 5 AM. It's bedtime. Remind me, O Best Beloved, to tell you about the cute boys at Best Buy and the run-in with Mr. Mettert. And for anyone who's never seen my Angel: Look here.

On to other things.

Finally got around to using the box of "Apricot Passion" hair dye last night. My hair is now an interesting shade of bright auburn, which doesn't look all that bad (pictures when I find a camera). However, I don't like the way the Herbal Essences dye made it generally dry and tangly. Going to try a shower and proper conditioning this morning. Angel says it makes me look even younger, but he likes it. Semagic has an update. It doesn't work for XP yet. Today's to-do list: Spend Angel's upcoming cheque from church on a digital camera that we can take to Cedar Point and take pictures with (hurrah for same-as-cash on Best Buy card!). Deposit $75 in various cheques in the bank, then promptly take all the money out so we have spending money for tomorrow. Bills paid, loan papers for the fall semester signed, wondering how much I'll actually get back come disbursement in August. Finally got around to telling Capital One I got married. Must look around for balance transfer offers on my cards to reduce the bank fees. And now...now, I think I need to go do things.

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Dr. H called on the way back in from Indianapolis. He'll be my supervisor this next month, sounds like the laid-back good ol' ER doctor-type. He's got a Southern accent so thick you could catch flies with it. When are you supposed to start? Oh, Wednesday or Thursday, I think. But I'd prefer Thursday if that's okay with you. Sure. How about Thursday at nine. You can change into scrubs here at the hospital, I'll show you around and you can fill in papers and all. Do you have a coat? Yep. Great. I'll see you on Thursday.

I GET TO GO TO CEDAR POINT!!!!

In other news, this reminded me of the time that someone called our dorm room. We're still half-convinced it was a prank from a friend, but it sounded so convincing. The message was for a "Joe". Mind, my roommate's name was Jo (for Johanna). A tearful female voice was calling to tell "Joe" that she was pregnant and she was pretty sure it was his. She left a callback number. We never called back. What would we have said?

Gaspchokepant....

0549 this morning: Sat bolt upright. Picked up the pager. Saw the time. Thought "Oh, I can sleep 10 more minutes before the pager alarm goes off." 0740 this morning: My phone rang, waking me up. Thank God. The exam starts at 0800. 0800 this morning: Ran into B-13, grabbed an evaluation sheet, sat down, and waited for the test to start. 0820 this morning: Exam began. 1030 this morning: Exam time period ran out. I finished the exam with 5 minutes to spare. Those of you who don't know me: this is most unusual. I rarely require more than half the allotted time for an exam. I never require the full time period. Blusys was right: don't waste your weekend studying. It was a pick-you-up, bring-your-own holy water-based lube sort of exam, and we were left reeling. Gods, that sucked. But it's over. And I went down to Rachel and Lindy's (and got quite thoroughly lost on the way back) and fixed Lindy's PPC. If I can get hold of Dr. House and set up my clerkship stuff today, that would be nice. In any case, tomorrow is vacation. Nothing to do. A chance to sleep in. Yay.

Care Bears: The Movie II

• What's scary is that there are people out there who have Care Bears tattoos. Are they all gay? Who? The bears or the people with the tattoos? The people. We know all the bears are gay.
• Oooh, I want to be able to shoot fireworks out my navel too!
• Someone needs our help, what do we do? Go and help them. We're Obvious Bears.
• I think one of them is Concussion Bear. Or Hangover Bear. No, that's I'm Stupid Bear.
• How stupid is he to tell the girls to leave camp?
• Notice how it's tight from the outside but voluminous from the inside. Isn't everything?
• Is that like Incense-heart Bear?
• Is that one of those licking-frogs? Someone licked it before drawing it.
• If you screw up our babies, we'll come back and rip out your throats. No, we'll just sue you. Yeah, because we have Litigation Bear on our side. I want to be Litigation Bear.
• Changing the diapers of small fuzzy animals has always been high on my fun list.
• Do they have Licensed Professional Counsellor bear?
• You know how they have Capcom versus Marvel? Care Bears versus Rainbow Brite!
• Dark Heart looks like a teenager in a potbelly and a jogging suit. Yeah, he has a beer belly at 13. Probably drinking some dark ale.
• That's one of the more creative and subtle ways I've heard of saying "David, shut up!"
• Just do the cartwheel, you stupid bitch.
• I'd think the red eyes would've tipped you off. See, in the 80's it would, but now we'd just be like "What's wrong with your contacts, dude?"
• How many Irish Jews have you heard of? Good point.
• My god, he's still wearing the diaper!
• See, it's all about Smurfs! Smurves. Smurves.
• The kids are all flirting with each other - and none of them are wearing pants!
• So they're bisexual confused pedophiles... Not only that, they're inter-species bestiality...
• No, the Care Bears are sticking to bears. They're sticking what to bears?
• Wow, my uvula got big. I'm Uvula Bear!
• What's up with Dark Heart? He's like an evil Richie Cunningham...
• Wow, they can exude decorations from their navels. They're a gay man's wet dream.
• Hey look! It's Priaprism Bear!
• I'm the Caring Meter Reader... What, do they get billed based on their Caring Consumption? Who the hell uses a crowbar to read a meter?
• Okay, those are apparently Dumb Bear and Dumber Bear.
• So he's also a really incompetent villain. Yep.
• What, is he Soda-Fountain Bear?
• It's just like the phasers in Star Trek! They don't do anything?
• Fear me, Dark Heart.... That was a Fear DC 3 Save.
• She's riding Dark Heart now. I thought Dark Heart was riding her...
• Boy, am I bushed. It's Porno Bear!
• Apparently the only people who need help in the world are the ones at camp.
• So what, has their Care-O-Meter been down all summer now? They're in manual mode.
• Secret Bear: Strong enough for a man, designed for a woman.
• I lost an oh-so-important tire on my floating car...
• It's Mime Bear! Deaf-Mute Bear!
• We're going to go get Smart Bear, who hasn't shown up yet, and he'll know what to do! Mensa Bear!
• It's Malevolent Moose! Or Masochist Moose...
• Oh, look. It's Counsellor Bear. And Run-the-Fuck-Away Bear!
• Oh, god, the moose is doing the Pepe-le-Peu thing. It's Flaming Moose.
• Apparently, if you want sex, you can't be evil.
• It's Parliament Bear.
• Look, it's Gay Pride Bear!
• It's a bear band - kind of like a boy band, but with bears!
• Whatever happened to Strawberry Shortcake? She's in porn. Yeah, she and Rainbow Bright did this lesbian thing... Did Nykki find that?
• Hahaha! Benign vandalism. Hahaha!
• Apparently, he flunked out of villain school. Well, the heroes are the Care Bears.
• Wow. Nance Bear and Prance Bear apparently came. Did they bring Transvestite Beasr?
• Does anyone else see a problem with a boy in a jogging suit intimidating two bears and a lion?
• It would take more love and caring than even we have put together! Because...we hate you.
• So wait, is he Dark Heart or freakin' Pinnochio now?
• You're naked all the rest of the frickin' movie! Why do you have swimsuits on now?
• It's Beach Bunny Bear!
• Pot-belly Boy, Low-Self-Esteem Girl, and the Children of the Corn.
• Good point - why would they wear clo--YIPE!

Assembled Quotage

Previously recorded quotes:

• Me (during a discussion of pap smears): There was this chick with labia that were this big... Phloxin: Eww, meat curtains!
• I tell a story about a wine labelled "Fanny," and discussion ensues of the picture of a little boy kissing a little girls ass. Phloxin: In the US that would be considered pornography. Lily: But in France it’s art.
• Jorath is being carried by paladin of the lady due to having a Str of 0 after a trap; "flaccid gnome" and "lymph gnome" jokes abound
• Lily: Half elf - Half wookie?
• Dash: I'm missing some porn gene. Uh. Humor gene. And no. I don't want the mushrooms.
• Dash: Banging, footstools. It's all the same.
• Phloxin: I have a 16 charisma. Mike: That'll do. Phloxin: I'm wearing brown leather. Mike: That'll do. Phloxin: Get out of my face, dog boy!
• Me: Your monkey is a Betty Ford reject!
• Phloxin: I ran with the crack smoking monkey. It's the monkey on her back!
• Phloxin: He hides in the folds of reality. Me: I thought you were going to say underwear.
• Erica: You people are way too involved with my monkey's ass.
• Phloxin: What's a Thoqa? Lily: What is that, swearing in pig latin?
• Me: It was a tragic accident involving a knitting needle and a double throw where I should have dropped a stitch.
• Dash: Your appreciation is all I desire. Phloxin: Your piece of ass is all I desire.
• Erica: What would you do with a hung over crack monkey?
• Me: I need to learn medical spanish. Heather: Yes, like, "Did you puncture an artery?"
• Dash: There's not much you can do with Minime. Me: There's not much Minime to do.
• Angel: She would be my twin, but I'm covered in gore. Mike: A marked improvement.

Tonight's quotes:

• Me: Eye rays. As opposed to You rays. ZoaS: Not J rays, or K rays?
• Mike: At three hit points, isn't (a beholder kin for a familiar) more liability than it's worth?
• Dash: I can safely say my anaconda don't want none.
• David: It's all orange outside...
• Kaiden: No rabbits! David: Evil rabbits!
• ZoaS (on a discussion of Baby Got Back): No, it's "Oh...my god." You have to get the pause in there.
• ZoaS: I'm disturbed because he's over there squealing like a girl. Phloxin: I do everything like a girl. ZoaS: Oh, is that so? Is that what the strap-on was for?
• Dash: No, you bopped me on the nose with it. You don't get it back.
• Jo: Ah, touché! Tiff: That was my tushé...
• Dash: Your brains are uneven.
• Me: And we might be accosted by screaming mobs of rampant developmentees... Dash: I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, being a developmentee.
• Phloxin: I do not volunteer my anal cavity. Zia: Often.
• Dash (as Jo wants to lie on his lap): I accommodate multiple people.
• Angel: Spell penetration is another that will help you get through spell resistance. (Someone belches.) Belch is not.
• Me: Apparently, in Milwaukee, being gay is an ethnicity.
• Me: No, you should see James in full-flaming mode. Kaiden: What, is he some kind of superhero?
• David (to me, sitting on Jo): Get off my player! Jo: I'm not your player. Me: She's your player's accessory. David: Get off my accessory!
• Phloxin: When Mage Hand isn't enough. Mike: Enlarge and Grease.
• Mike: A rod of vibrating?
• Me: My cat will eat anything. Mike: Maybe I'd've had better luck with the cat. Phloxin: A piece of pussy! Mike: I have a Charisma of 6; I'll take any pussy I can get.
• Tiff: Bracers of armour... Phloxin: So you can be like Wonder Woman!
• Me: She looks like her last haircut was done with a bowl and a knife. Phloxin: Oh, gods, it's Joan of Arc. ZoaS: Joan of Elf.
• Tiff: I've got Charm Monster... ZoaS: I don't think that would work on a dragon. GM: If it failed its spell resistance...and its save... ZoaS: You amuse me, little elf one...
• Phloxin: My girl would...stand out a bit. Mike: Is it cold in here?
• Me: Was she one of my austere monkish characters? Mike: I don't know. You were too busy killing undead. Me: And being surly. GM: And drowning. Mike: Yes, there was the drowning...
• GM: Last I checked, dragons don't eat grain. Me: Shows what you know. ZoaS: It's the vegan dragon.
• Me: It's not so much "veiled sexual tension" as it is "established barbed-wire fence."
• Mike: Damn, everyone looks hot. Me: Even the halfling's about the right height...
• Me: I think we might have a problem. Mike: What's that, darling? Me: Caves. Wizards. Supposedly dead wizards. Allegedly dead wizards. Mike: No good wizard— Me: —would submit to being dead so easily, exactly.
• David: Wow, there's a really skanky ugly dwarf here.
• GM: You all already have rooms at the inn. Me: Two rooms. Mike: Unfortunately. Me: With no connecting door. Mike: Unfortunately. Me: I was most precise with the innkeeper. Mike: Unfortunately.
• Mike: I saved your life. Me: I'm grateful, but that doesn't obligate me to sleep with you. Mike: What if I save it again? Me: You have another nine times before I'll consider it. Mike: Nine. I'll remember that.
• Dash (traumatised): I made cheese goop.
• Me: The last I checked, my moral imperative didn't include sheep. Mike: Or men, for that matter.
• ZoaS: This just seems a little too easy. Me: It's always too easy. Mike: Don't I wish.
• Dash: That's not very Christmasy. That's like the undead Christmas Tree.
• GM (to Mike, with a 6 Chr): You're very pretty. Me: Oh, gods, it's an ugly-fag dragon.
• Mike (to me): You can try and save the halfling. Me: Don't look at me, I can't swim. Mike: Don't I know it.
• Tiff: Can my lizard swim? Mike: Yes, that's it, throw the electric beastie in the water.
• ZoaS: I keep staring at those socks. There's something captivating about them. Phloxin: They're hypno-socks.
• GM: You're chaotic good. While there are certain things you personally won't do, if others fudge the rules a bit, as long as you lecture them later... ZoaS: Isn't that Apathetic Good?
• ZoaS: Tell me, do you disrobe your food before you cook it? Everyone stares.
• GM: Are you going to leave, or do I need to give you impetus to leave? Mike: Is that a threat? GM: No, but this is. The dragon breathes.
• GM: You are justified in beheading it. Me: I can't behead it, I have a rapier. GM: You could perforate it... Me: I could make a little dotted line for someone to tear along on coupon Wednesdays...
• ZoaS: You feel like the time your shocker lizard jumped into the tub with you.
• Me: "Get out of the way." As if you weren't already doing just that.
• GM: You take...four points of damage from the wing-buffet. Eric (drag queen-style): Ow, that hurts! Me: Do it again!
• ZoaS: We've got the scantily-clad Elven snake charmer now.
• GM: What are you doing? Phloxin: Stabbing it with my crystal poker. GM: Are you going to tie it to a chair?
• Phloxin comes into the room, using a foam noodle to simulate an elephant's trunk, blowing through it. GM: Right. And on that note, the dragon's going to attack you.
• Mike: I'm going to stand right over here. Me: So he can wait and hope that she falls down and he can save her life and mark off another tick on his counter. Mike: Precisely. Even if I have to hit you with a magic missile.
• Me (rolling damage): Six. Four. Five. Six. GM: Twenty-one. Me: Plus twenty. GM (stares): What? Me: Plus five for each hit. So plus twenty. GM: Well, crap.
• Me: That sort of attitude is something that one should foster. I'll let them live. GM: What? Abject terror? Me: Apathy is also good.
• ZoaS: So it's like Jesus Christ the vampire hunter? Me: More or less.
• Me: I have a long history of playing clerics of Dalune with quirks. Phloxin: Quirks, nothing. They're fucking bats.
• ZoaS: I attack the rubble!
• ZoaS: I attempt to intimidate the rubble. GM: You give it a stern look. It is unmoved.
• Mike: Nothing like watching a woman break a sweat. ZoaS: He's worrying me.
• GM: Now they're two piles of burnt rotting vegetation. Me: Oh, gods, I bet that stinks.
• Me: Two hits. Mike: You make salad. GM: Rotting salad. Phloxin: A slaad!
• Phloxin: Are you going to do something useful or just look at the tapestries?
• Phloxin: Yay, I made the vegetable scream.
• Me: Now I'm unconscious. Mike: Good.
• Tiff: So the one she's lying with is the one that's almost dead? Me: I am not lying with the plant. I am lying in the plant!
• David: At least you didn't get smacked in the face with a pickled were-weasel...
• David: My toe now has racing stripes. Fascinating.
• Dash: We want your muscles, not your weasel.
• David: I'm kind of rounded everywhere.
• Me: What is with this (making the limp-wristed gesture)? Is it some kind of ancient gay tradition? GM: It's the secret handshake. Phloxin: And then some.
• Dash: Mennonites in the morning? Me: That's why they're menno-nites.
• Me: I may look like a boy, but I've got an 18 Charisma. Everybody wants me. ZoaS: Including the Pope.

Mmm, sleep.

Came home from Biaggi's and couldn't get hold of one of the main RP people. Another campaign person had made plans to go to the bar, thinking I was running a one-nighter or having missed the discussion entirely. Slept instead. Getting caught up.

Random note:

Scanning through the entries and came across someone arguing that piercing guns were unsafe and spread Hepatitis C in many cases. Linked to an article from a body modification website (I think), which also claimed that there were "numerous and well-documented cases" of Hep C being spread by piercing guns, and that it was also "well-documented" that piercing cartilage with a gun would shatter it. While both of these claims are potentially true and I won't dismiss them out-of-hand despite the seemingly barely-veiled fanatical tone of the article, there were no references provided at all, either print or online, for me to check them. Mind, I'm not even looking for medical journals - I'm just looking for evidence that you, Unconvincing Writer, have done your research and aren't just spouting off claims on hearsay and things you "know". Providing references to something that's so common and well-documented shouldn't be difficult to do, should it? And before you say anything, O Best Beloved, I could indeed go look it up myself. The point is not that I could, but that I shouldn't have to. I should be able to examine the exact source of her information first-hand if I choose to and draw my own conclusions about its validity. Otherwise, I'm being asked to accept and independently verify second-hand information as if it were from an indisputable source.

Oooh, oooh!

For everoyne who's ever worked second-line tech support with an incompetent HelpDesk tech (we've seen a few of them at Manchester): Here's George. And, also:

Mmmh, Minty!

Don't ask.

Well, so much for diet.

We put casts on. I was complimented on my short-arm cast - "That's the model cast for the morning, that's perfect". Also removed it with confidence and verve. I'm so proud of myself. Long discussions in class today. Privileged information; can't share, HIPAA will send the Bogeyman to eat me. Iwona cried. I almost cried. It was bonding time. Blusys took us to dinner at the Oyster Bar. He must've spent $250 easily. Half my dinner is in the fridge, I couldn't possibly finish it. And now I know I need to get some studying done, but it's hard to shake the lazy sleepy glow. Tomorrow is my last day at Dr. B's. And I have to leave early, because Dr. Boss wants to take us to dinner at Biaggi's. I'm going to be so fat. And I'm going to fail this exam. Or not. There's definitely the possibility of a not. Called Lutheran and left a voice mail. I'm going to tell him I can't start until the 10th, so I can go with Angel to Cedar Point, instead of sulking and crying about it all day. And now...to study.

If ever I would leave you....

If ever I would leave you, it wouldn't be in summer. Seeing you in summer I never would go. Your hair streaked with sun-light, your lips red as flame, Your face witha lustre that puts gold to shame! But if I'd ever leave you, it couldn't be in autumn. How I'd leave in autumn I never will know. I've seen how you sparkle when fall nips the air. I know you in autumn, and I must be there. And could I leave you running merrily through the snow? Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fire's glow? If ever I would leave you, how could it be in spring-time? Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so? Oh, no! not in spring-time, summer, winter or fall! No, never could I leave you at all! It's the tiny little things that get me. It's the night we went out to see the comet, and I looked up at the sky, and you cupped my hand in your cheek and brought my eyes back to see yours. "I see it." It's the whole new meaning of macaroni and waterfalls and being able to look into your eyes and know that it's not just all right, it's forgiven. It's the leaning over to put my head on your shoulder and fitting perfectly. It's the little pages I get to tell me you love me, the way you understand my moods - even if you don't like them - and the knowledge that having you nearby is enough. It's when you call me and my headache lifts for a while. It's when you blow a kiss and the pain goes away. It's knowing that I am yours, completely and without reservation, knowing that I can bare my heart and soul to you and not be burned. It's the subtlety of comfort that comes with your touch and your arms. And it's more, still more, memories and caresses and midnight walks and all the uncountable reasons why - and I never say it enough, and I never could, not even if I had the rest of my life to tell you again and again -

You are precious to me, and I love you.

Lazy day.

Went in and talked to Mary this morning. Handout needs to be finished tonight. Spoke with Elda this afternoon. It was...awkward. Curse my inability to make small casual talk with people I don't know, and to form a coherent interview. She's a moderately English-fluent Hispanic woman with two children and a 5-day-old baby. And I learned quite a bit. Must string it all together into a page-long paper tonight. That shouldn't be difficult. I stopped into Dr. B's office only long enough to get directions and a piece of bread today. She said I could go home and use the time to get my presentation ready if I wanted. I was done at Elda's at 3. I took the chance to go to Curves early and then go home. Kudos to the Lagrange McDonalds: I came through and bought fries with a $20, since I had no other cash. When I was supposed to get $18.70 back in change, the drive-through guy gave me two 5's and three 1's (and 70¢), equalling $13.70. Went inside to correct the discrepancy. They pulled his drawer to check, apologised for the wait, and gave me another fries, all the while being just as cheerful as if I weren't making extra work for them. "It's not your fault. Jesus made a mistake. We'll get him for it later." All in a cheerful and friendly tone of voice. Thanks, guys. Pages from Angel informing me that the air conditioning will be installed tomorrow. We'll wind up paying $375 or so to have the AC unit completely replaced, since the fan motor is dead and the compressor is beginning a Shakespearean exit. Not bad, all things considered. And he's going to work from home so it's not even a personal day. Called Angel to tell him I was going home. And stopping by Curves? Yes. Damn. I almost got away with forgetting. It's not that I don't always feel better after exercising, it's just that...well, I'm lazy. Also, my book came today. Now I can study. But first, I think I'm going to take Angel over to the mall to get his ear pierced. Later.