… oh yes, with capital letters. I can’t believe it: THIS IS SOOOO NOT ME!

Me(whining): I’m YOUNG! I can do everything! This is not fair!
Dad(nodding condescendingly): … or not.

What this is all about? Ah well it’s really simple… yet unimaginably embarrassing - to say the least.

For some reason, I can’t really stay on my computer chair while programming. I just CAN’T. I have a tendency to jump up, move around, throw myself on the sofa (also my bed) attempt to stand on my head… you name it. Just imagine my shock when - after throwing myself on the sofa - I literally can’t get up. Since my tolerance to pain is extremely close to nonexistent, we shall not count the 2 miliseconds I spent upright. Unfortunately, not even 30 minutes of writhing and moaning pitifully helped, so I pretty much spent the whole weekend in bed… moaning, feeling sorry for myself… as well as apologizing for having to be served.

Right now it does feel rather better, however I still can’t imitate a pretzel… not that I NEED to imitate any… it’s just the inability which frustrates me to no end.

Funny excerpt:

Hey I’m X, I didn’t make her layout, I just gave her the code, And it was not that terrible, I told Y bout it, buecause she a beginner I just let her play with it, but she really messd up the code, my code only had like 30 errors , I admit, I’m not all that great at coding. I don’t know why I send you this message, but I wanted to clear my name, I shouldn’t help people, but I can’t help it. I figure she use the code to learn.

taken from YourSite.nu

I know I shouldn’t quote/use others’ (public) messages¹, I just can’t help myself.

¹Users (on YourSite.nu) have the ability to send comments on each others’ presentation pages. These messages can be either public - so everyone browsing the page can see them - or private, so only the two users concerned can see them.

What is it with doctors and blood? I’ve heard that a prices are high these days (well if you don’t have an insurance - which I do), however this is ridiculous. In light of the previous post, I did manage to get to the doctor yesterday. And what does she say? “We’ll talk more after the blood analysis”.

This morning I dutifully reported back there, so her nurse could have my blood samples, only to be tortured for about 10 minutes (because she coldn’t find a ‘proper’ vein). In the end, it was her that freaked out, when I’ve experienced a nasty bout of nausea. As for me, I kept wondering: “So what? We’re in a hospital, right?”

Next, I’ve payed a visit to the endocrinologist (on the other side of the town), who despite turning out to be a very nice young lady, sent me for yet another blood analysis (this time for some hormones). To my credit, I made sure she sent me to a different center, maybe those will be able to find my vein.

So here’s to hoping that tomorrow I won’t freak out anyone. I’ll have to make sure I’m well out of their visual range, in case I need to faint. After all… they’re just medical staff. How could I possibly expect them to know what to do in such cases?!