Thursday, August 31, 2006

Soak


Mmm bubbles.
I love bath time. I barely ever take them, but it seems like such a luxury when I do. When else, other than sleeping or using 'the facilities', can you be relaxing completely alone?

In the bath it's just me and the water and the misted-up mirrors, and I can think and be alone in my skin. I can't tell what I look like, other than my red knees and my sparkly navel and toes poking out at the other end. I don't talk to anyone or think of anything complex. I contemplate shaving my legs, but usually end up talking myself out of it until tomorrow's shower. I lie back and feel my hair splay out into the water and run my fingers through it, as it always feels so soft underwater. It's much easier to wash now it's short, but I must admit that I miss the feeling of having long tendrils of hair surround your head and shoulders when you lie down in the bath.

I spend 2 hours getting my fingers pruney and getting colder before I get out. Lately I've been taking the piano stool and my laptop in there and watching X Files or Red Vs. Blue episodes, so I average around 2 XF eps in the bath. I guess I get little dirty thoughts of having Mulder in the bath with me.

But the world is shut out. The room and water are warm and comforting. I feel relaxed and get sleepy. I feel that none of my problems really matter. That I can get out and go to sleep and not stress. And I climb out, put my robe on, tidy up and slide into bed with the laptop and write entries like this.. about my bath. Riveting stuff.

A side note:
When running a GIS for an image for today's entry, I came across this gem. Careful, it may burn your retinas or make you spray your coffee across the room.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Hee.

KAT
Lili?

CEILIDH
Kitty Kat?

KAT
Not dying!

CEILIDH
Score!

The Verdict

My bloods are back. I'm not dying. Which is nice.

FBC/Full Blood Count is looking good, it's fine. No anaemia.

My B12 is fine.

My Thyroid is fine.

My iron is fine.

My sugar is fine, no diabetes.

No cancer.

No problem with my kidneys.

But I had a sneaking suspicion a while back that I was getting glandular fever/mono. And well, yes. I may have early onset. I have to get another blood test (oy!) taken on Saturday. So no food from 10pm or something tomorrow night. No alcohol. No drugs (as in prescription. I'm a good girl).

If I have it? 2-3 weeks off work. But let's cross that bridge when we come to it.

OH! My CHOLESTEROL is high! It should drop with the treadmill work but I have to cut peanut butter and chocolate, check the fat content in everything, be careful with my tuna (which I'm addicted to).. going to be interesting. She said the skinniest of people can have high LBL cholesterol, so that made me feel a little better. I have always associated it with obesity, but it's apparently a common issue with many.

So, in theory, I should have no issues losing weight. I don't have a thyroid condition, so I don't need the thyroxine to balance my metabolism. I should just be able to do it with good old diet and exercise.

I'm glad it's something, though.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Health issues

Friday morning my mother called out to me as I was getting ready and asked me why I wasn't getting my blood tests before work. I explained that I had Payroll to run, but it put the idea of taking the afternoon off in my head. I decided fairly early in the day that I would take the afternoon, and talked to a few managers about it, before leaving a message for my own manager on her cellphone.

After racing around and getting everything processed (and going through some snore-inducing training), I left work around 12.30 and headed home. I watched TV, feeling like I was dying of hunger: so hungry I could have taken a bite out of the couch. My mother called at 1 and asked 'how things went' and as she was supposed to be going with me for support/the ride, I was a bit upset that she had misunderstood. She agreed to meet me soon, but was meeting Carol for lunch, so it might be half an hour. It was an hour, but I coped.

The tests were over in around 2 minutes - she asked me questions (exciting ones, such as "What's your date of birth?", which to be honest, confused me for a few seconds before I answered) to keep my mind off of it, but I still winced as the needle went in and counted the seconds in my head until it was over. She must have taken 4 or 5 vials of blood.. guess they needed a lot for all that Alan ordered.

After, we went to Wholly Bagels, and I had my first food of the day. A bagel with salmon, cream cheese, tomato, lettuce.. we also treated ourselves to slices and I had a mocha, Ma a hot chocolate. We talked about thyroid conditions and metabolism and how we had to both work hard to look after ourselves. If I have the same condition that she does, hypothyroidism, I'll have to work extra hard to keep in shape.. I won't be one of the lucky ones in that respect.

Saturday we picked up the treadmill and I helped my father assemble it in the hallway (well, I read the instructions), and we all had a brief walk on it. My mother was a little discouraged, as she thought it made her walk funny and thought that you could just "walk normally" on a treadmill. I am still puzzled by that comment.

Sunday I had my first real go on it, and spent an hour walking my way up to 5.5k/hr, then 6.. then finally running at 7.5 for a few minutes at a time. It was a strange rush, like I needed to get it out, and I enjoyed it. I was wiped out afterwards, but didn't mind so much, as I have trouble sleeping most nights.

Monday aka Last Night, I did another hour, setting my own program of speed and incline, and pushing myself past that burn and into a full-blown sweat. I felt so accomplished afterwards.

I think I can do that every day. Who knows how well it will work in the timeframe we have, but I am damn glad to have it.

As for the blood tests, well, those will come back in the next few weeks. And if there's something I need to be doing or changing, we'll work on that. For now it's just one day at a time. I am used to being tired. But it'd be nice if there was a reason why.

Thanks for those of you who mailed about the video post. It seems almost melodramatic, looking back on it, but I don't really mind. I just sat there and talked, not thinking about whether or not I was sounding articulate or down.. sometimes you just have to talk. The next one will be chirpier, I promise.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

If I told you, I'd have to kill you.


He can fix it.
When I was 8 I wanted to be MacGyver. I wanted to work for him or with him and do all the fancy stuff he did with gadgets.
I used to lie under my Dad's desk or the coffee table, screwdriver in hand, and pretend to be fixing something really important. It's a wonder to this day that I didn't end up becoming a mechanic.

MacGyver was cool. He could do anything with his duct tape and swiss army knife, and he didn't believe in guns! He looked good with a mullet! He had a nemesis that just didn't die no matter how many times he blew up! He just ruled. And he used science. I never really cared for science, but MacGyver had the skills to impress me with it.

I once dreamed of being a cop (or secret agent) but that fell over when I reached around 13 and realised that being 5'2 and less than 100lb wouldn't really make me the right fighting candidate. And besides, what secret agencies are there in New Zealand?

(My childhood was full of shows like these. Quantum Leap was another favourite, because he always helped people, and I always wanted to help people. I wanted to save the world.)

When I got older and discovered La Femme Nikita, I realised that I'd never really get over the secret agent fetish. Nikita cared about everyone, fought against the system, and was such a double-agent at times that I wondered, like everyone else, how she managed to stay alive. I wanted to be able to fight like her, and find my own hot secret agent with a mullet. (Oh wait, is there a theme here? Michael was French, however. That definitely added to the allure). I started to really identify with these shows with strong female characters. I loved (and still love) Scully for her kick-ass attitude and intelligence. She seemed to be the only girl out there kicking butt for us, fighting to save the world and keep her partner in check.

And then came Joss Whedon's girls. Buffy, Faith, River. Buffy was the hero of her town, saving everyone from vampires and demons, and looking cute/quipping at the same time. Faith had an attitude, but lived life to the full. And River? River was so strong, yet so lost. But she was brilliant, full of power.

We need these shows back. Or we need to create a whole new show, with a new heroine. She can jump through time to save your life. She uses science to save herself and disable the enemy. She has super strength. She can hide on the ceiling, limbs stretched out in support. She wisecracks, yet has vulnerability. And she always saves the day. Yeah, I'd watch that.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Links

We live our lives supported by connections. Emotional connections. Physical connections. Spiritual connections.

I am connected to music created by myself and others by emotion.. the emotion that stirred me to write it, the notes others sing that push me to write.

I am connected to others by the moments we share, the puzzles we solve, the things they do or say only for me. Have you ever stopped to think about why people are in your life?

I believe everyone you meet is for a reason. Whether they are there for a while for good reasons, or rough times.. or whether they breeze through just for a brief period and show you something about yourself you didn't know was there.

Sometimes they stick around and become friends that soon you realise are invaluable, and you wonder just what you did before you knew their names and saw their faces and read their words.

Some leave us too soon, and break our hearts. Some continue to hang around and break us, but the pain is important as it makes us feel something deep. We know that it's important to push on, even when the chance of getting hurt is there. Your stomach flips and your throat aches, but it's the most alive you've felt in years.

And the best ones open us up to possibility. We learn so much from them, and teach them as we go. They make us feel invaluable, special and wanted. They make us feel needed. They plan days or evenings around us, and tease us about our obsessions or strange clothing choices. Words get caught in the throat in laughter and racial/religious insults are thrown around in jest, as they are the only ones we'll let tease us for our choices, lives or stereotypes we fit.

We flirt and push each other until our mouths twist into cheeky smiles and toes tap. Your normal, small, closed smirk becomes a broad pink-cheeked smile. You realise that they've made you feel whole, just for that moment. You feel thankful to have a love like this, and wish you could express it without ruining the night and making it awkward.

Friends are the family you choose.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Wake up call

So, last night. 3.47am.

KAT
Hmmgmsgh?

CEILIDH
Hey, bebe, what's up?

KAT
Cei? Do you know what time it is?

CEILIDH
Erm.. (obviously checking somewhere) 5pm!

KAT
No, here.

CEILIDH
Noo.

KAT
4. AM.

CEILIDH
Oh! Sorry, love!

KAT
What's up?

CEILIDH
Bored. Baby's restin'.

KAT
You know at some point you're gonna have to stop calling your son 'baby'.

CEILIDH
When he's married.

KAT
I'm goin to sleep.

CEILIDH
That'll make for a boring phone conversation.

KAT
I have work tomorrow.

CEILIDH
Oh you're no fun! I used to call you at crazy hours all the time.

KAT
Yes well now you call me almost twice a week, so I'm not quite as thrilled by it.

CEILIDH
Okay. Well. I just wanted to say that I like yer hair.

KAT
My what?

CEILIDH
Yer hair. The red. I'm thinking up new nicknames.

KAT
Goodnight, Lili.

CEILIDH
Night, Ginger- er, Gyps. Hee.

I'm on fire.


Red
Originally uploaded by Sarathine.
Redheads have more fun, and all that.