Well that was fast!
As much as I love the urban myth of our free Canadian health care system, I am somewhat used to the waiting. They sent me in for blood work (I guess just to make sure that my kidneys were going to be ok with whatever gunk they have to inject into my blood to make my skull glow pretty for the camera) and I figured that sometime within the next 4 to 6 weeks I would finally be getting in to some specialist somewhere to have this thing looked at.
I got a call yesterday from the hospital out at UBC and they have an appointment slated for me for THIS THURSDAY!
Holy that was quick.
I guess I am finally going to go and have my head read. Happy now mom?
(that was one of her favourite sayings when she was disappointed with me, you need to have your head read
She had other quick witticisms that shed blurt out on other occasions that I never understood for years, like:
Oh fer cryin in the sink! (used as an exclamation of surprise or disbelief)
I used to think this was some 1950s housewife mentality thing that shed say as she was the one slaving over a hot stove all day, and she was always standing there in front of the sink.
(note the orange resin balls on all the cupboards and drawers, and the macram plant holders oh yeah .. my mom was the craftiest of crafty 70s moms)
And Oh go soak yer head.
Yeah, that woman had such a potty mouth.
It was only a few years ago that I realized that when shed say fer cryin in the sink, it was really her way of saying oh fer christs sake but Thou shall not use the lords name in vain was a heavy handed rule in our household one backed by the rod, and the only thing spoiled was my bruised flesh.
(I was grounded once when she heard me exclaim God!. like oh-my-god.)
Whoa.. wherem I goin with this ..?
Hmm.. dunno.
Aaaaanyways. I quite glad to get this thing dealt with whatever it is. If its an aneurism, I know theres treatment options. Who knows I may be nothing at all. If heard of something else called Exercise Induced Exertion Headache that apparently doesnt have any physically recognizable anomalies and it just goes away after a while. I will will it away.
Not that sex has been a real cornerstone to my life lately anyways, but dammit, I cant even have a romantic little evening with myself and some racy thoughts anymore. ( I tried a couple of nights ago and it did not result in a pleasurable ending. Actually I stopped very shortly into it as my head suddenly thunderclapped back into that nauseating spike of throbbing pain, and my vision doubled.
Waaaaaaah I cant even wank! )
Youll go blind moms echoing voice
Told ya so she says.
You can break my leg put me on crutches for 3 months coat me in stitches from sutures so I cant bend my waist take away my hearing, but fer cryin in the sink leave my goods alone!
That plainly sucks.
I was looking through the only photos I have of my childhood, and I suddenly realize that this little cowboy phase I am currently going through may actually have started a long time ago.
Thats what I get for growing up in Calgary, I guess.
Anyways.. in keeping with the flash back to the 70s, one last shot of the happy family:
Well, I think my own hair here is starting to rapidly approach the same stylin look I had goin on there, so I am going to mosie my ass down to the barber shop here. They have a pic on their window that looks a lot like me. Ill have to bring my camera to get a shot of that. Then later, its off to the Irish Heather for a Belfast Sandwich and a pint of Guinness with lavinia
The last two times I have tried to go there, it was closed, so my craving for a Belfast has thus far gone unquenched.
Hey, its easter! I am going to get up tomorrow and paint easter eggs, and then hide them around my apartment and then try to find. Oh wait no, that wont work. Hmmm..
Maybe if I cover my eyes while I hide them.
No..
Maybe Ill go out tonight, get totally wasted, then come home and hide them while completely inebriated yeah.. that should do it.
As much as I love the urban myth of our free Canadian health care system, I am somewhat used to the waiting. They sent me in for blood work (I guess just to make sure that my kidneys were going to be ok with whatever gunk they have to inject into my blood to make my skull glow pretty for the camera) and I figured that sometime within the next 4 to 6 weeks I would finally be getting in to some specialist somewhere to have this thing looked at.
I got a call yesterday from the hospital out at UBC and they have an appointment slated for me for THIS THURSDAY!
Holy that was quick.
I guess I am finally going to go and have my head read. Happy now mom?
(that was one of her favourite sayings when she was disappointed with me, you need to have your head read
She had other quick witticisms that shed blurt out on other occasions that I never understood for years, like:
Oh fer cryin in the sink! (used as an exclamation of surprise or disbelief)
I used to think this was some 1950s housewife mentality thing that shed say as she was the one slaving over a hot stove all day, and she was always standing there in front of the sink.
(note the orange resin balls on all the cupboards and drawers, and the macram plant holders oh yeah .. my mom was the craftiest of crafty 70s moms)
And Oh go soak yer head.
Yeah, that woman had such a potty mouth.
It was only a few years ago that I realized that when shed say fer cryin in the sink, it was really her way of saying oh fer christs sake but Thou shall not use the lords name in vain was a heavy handed rule in our household one backed by the rod, and the only thing spoiled was my bruised flesh.
(I was grounded once when she heard me exclaim God!. like oh-my-god.)
Whoa.. wherem I goin with this ..?
Hmm.. dunno.
Aaaaanyways. I quite glad to get this thing dealt with whatever it is. If its an aneurism, I know theres treatment options. Who knows I may be nothing at all. If heard of something else called Exercise Induced Exertion Headache that apparently doesnt have any physically recognizable anomalies and it just goes away after a while. I will will it away.
Not that sex has been a real cornerstone to my life lately anyways, but dammit, I cant even have a romantic little evening with myself and some racy thoughts anymore. ( I tried a couple of nights ago and it did not result in a pleasurable ending. Actually I stopped very shortly into it as my head suddenly thunderclapped back into that nauseating spike of throbbing pain, and my vision doubled.
Waaaaaaah I cant even wank! )
Youll go blind moms echoing voice
Told ya so she says.
You can break my leg put me on crutches for 3 months coat me in stitches from sutures so I cant bend my waist take away my hearing, but fer cryin in the sink leave my goods alone!
That plainly sucks.
I was looking through the only photos I have of my childhood, and I suddenly realize that this little cowboy phase I am currently going through may actually have started a long time ago.
Thats what I get for growing up in Calgary, I guess.
Anyways.. in keeping with the flash back to the 70s, one last shot of the happy family:
Well, I think my own hair here is starting to rapidly approach the same stylin look I had goin on there, so I am going to mosie my ass down to the barber shop here. They have a pic on their window that looks a lot like me. Ill have to bring my camera to get a shot of that. Then later, its off to the Irish Heather for a Belfast Sandwich and a pint of Guinness with lavinia
The last two times I have tried to go there, it was closed, so my craving for a Belfast has thus far gone unquenched.
Hey, its easter! I am going to get up tomorrow and paint easter eggs, and then hide them around my apartment and then try to find. Oh wait no, that wont work. Hmmm..
Maybe if I cover my eyes while I hide them.
No..
Maybe Ill go out tonight, get totally wasted, then come home and hide them while completely inebriated yeah.. that should do it.
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Secondly, I'm a bit shell shocked about your heed news but delighted that you've taken a humourous approach. I'd like to drive you there. What time is your appointment? I don't think you should go alone. I'm there ok? Let me know.
Did you ever see that Olsen 'toon I sent you? I hope so. It was hilarious.
Hope to see you soon. Thursday - OK?