all in a day's work
alllright
so this weekend i went to toronto. i managed to fall asleep on the bus both ways so the trip went by much faster than normal which was nice. seeing morgan and kitty was awesome, and it was cool knowing i have friends when ottawa feels like a ghost town lately. also, we went to the most amazing burrito place. ever. i wasn't really in the mood for mexican, but as soon as i saw the menu (made with kids magnetic letters above the grill) i was like, this is gonna be good. and damn was it good. also, 7 bucks for a huge steak burrito? i say yes. we also saw burn after reading, which was a bit slow in places, but hilarious. and as much as some people think brad pitt is just a pretty face, he is actually a great actor. his facial expressions are priceless. on the more negative side it was raining most of the time, and my shoes have holes in them and didn't really dry the entire weekend. i also forgot one of my new threadless there. but it was still fun.
in more recent news..
my feet have been killing me since i started working at jacob, so i went to the tall store and bought some really expensive shoes with the hopes that they would make my feet feel better. my heels still hurt a bit but it's waayyy better than it was before. so in the end they were worth it. i also got a 30$ skirt for 3.85$. score.
but today this lady came in and she was all like, "i lost forty pounds so i need a new wardrobe!" i was like, "wow, congrats! let's get you some outfits!" so she's trying like, 50 things on and needing new sizes and stuff, but she was really nice and talkative so i was all in to it. then her phone rang and she was across the fitting rooms from it, so she bolts over and picks it up too late, and promptly starts cursing and stomping her feet. and she was like, "that was my husband!! shiit!!" and then starts bawling. i didn't know what to do. then she looks at me and she's like, "he left for afghanistan today, and i missed his call!". !!!!!!!!!. so i was like, "can you call him back?" and she's all hysterical so she couldn't do anything, so i was like, "lemme see your phone." so i went through and found her missed calls list and called the last number back. so she runs out the front door to talk to him. 3 minutes later she comes back in, still crying, and throws her arms around me, thanking me for giving her the chance to talk to her husband before he got on the plane. my heart just about broke in half. so we're having this big hug and everyone in the store is staring, and then i started tearing up, and she's like, "oh now you probably think i'm some crazy old bird with her head screwed loose." and i was like, "no! of course not!" and we had this little moment. ohmygod. so i helped her get all her things, and she kept looking at me like i had just saved her life or something. and i was so happy i have a basic knowledge of cell phone operation. i don't think i would have been able to handle it if i hadn't gotten that number back for her. then i got all toughtful about the war and how terrible it is and how bush is an idiot, and about how harper should have kept us as peacekeepers and am glad there is an election etc etc etc.
sigh
moving on
yesterday i got a delivery notice in the mail and i got all excited that maybe i had a care package or something, or that someone decided to be my penpal. so before my spanish class tonight i went to go pick it up. turns out it's a letter from canadian blood services, from when i donated at the end of august. so i got all excited that i was gonna get my donor card and get all this praise for saving lives. then i open the letter, and 3rd line down it says: "When we tested your donation, the screening tests for Syphilis showed a reaction."
WHAT?!
after i scooped my jaw off the floor and reminded myself there is no way i can have syphilis, i read the next sentence which mentioned that they did another test and there was no evidence of infection. apparently this is called a 'false reactive screening test result'. but because of it i can no longer donate blood. ever. so i don't have an infection, but now i can't ever donate? good. you are turning away a healthy (or almost) 18 year old woman for...nothing? anyways i was all pissed. and now i want to know what the hell caused a positive syphilis reaction in my blood. also, what do they do with it now? i would also like to ask my doctor what the hell is going on because i've had 50 blood tests in the past month and none of them have shown anything.
[edit]
i just went a looked up the tests for syphilis and found out that:
"False positives on the rapid tests can be seen in viral infections (Epstein-Barr, hepatitis, varicella, measles), lymphoma, tuberculosis, malaria, Chagas Disease, endocarditis, connective tissue disease, pregnancy, intravenous drug abuse, or contamination."
so i could have any of those. great.
so uh, gotta stop shooting heroin?
on a blood test from like, 3 months ago i had high liver enzymes. maybe that triggered the hepatitis false positive?
i wish i was a biochemist so i knew how Treponema pallidum hemagglutination assay (TPHA) and Fluorescent Treponemal Antibody Absorption (FTA-ABS) actually worked.
boo.
[/edit]
in happier news i'm now in love with matt damon because of this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anxkrm9uEJk
EVERY american should watch it before voting. and/or be psychologically evaluated for the ability to understand english if they decide to vote for mccain. i watched an interview with palin the other day on cbs or whatever american network, and she could barely formulate a sentence without mentioning god, and then refused to acknowledge a direct quote read by the reporter about her saying that iraq was "all part of god's plan". ohh dear. if the republicans get elected again i might actually kill myself, because the world will end soon enough with them at the helm anyway.
in more encouraging news, i'm slowly taking myself off my meds because my doctor refuses to pay attention to me, but so far nothing bad has happened. which is encouraging, and now i don't have to deal with constant nausea and stomach pain, or nightmares and panic attacks. :)
i just went to get a glass of water in the middle of this post (i know it's kind of epic...sorry) and promptly took a layer of skin off my thumb on the edge of the dishwasher. goddam. i really wish i could be more coordinated. maybe it's a sign i should end this beastly post and go watch true blood. what a good show. sex, violence, and vampires. who could ask for more. i know i'm obsessed with vampires. it is unhealthy. i'll just have to settle for mortals i guess. siiiggh.
so this weekend i went to toronto. i managed to fall asleep on the bus both ways so the trip went by much faster than normal which was nice. seeing morgan and kitty was awesome, and it was cool knowing i have friends when ottawa feels like a ghost town lately. also, we went to the most amazing burrito place. ever. i wasn't really in the mood for mexican, but as soon as i saw the menu (made with kids magnetic letters above the grill) i was like, this is gonna be good. and damn was it good. also, 7 bucks for a huge steak burrito? i say yes. we also saw burn after reading, which was a bit slow in places, but hilarious. and as much as some people think brad pitt is just a pretty face, he is actually a great actor. his facial expressions are priceless. on the more negative side it was raining most of the time, and my shoes have holes in them and didn't really dry the entire weekend. i also forgot one of my new threadless there. but it was still fun.
in more recent news..
my feet have been killing me since i started working at jacob, so i went to the tall store and bought some really expensive shoes with the hopes that they would make my feet feel better. my heels still hurt a bit but it's waayyy better than it was before. so in the end they were worth it. i also got a 30$ skirt for 3.85$. score.
but today this lady came in and she was all like, "i lost forty pounds so i need a new wardrobe!" i was like, "wow, congrats! let's get you some outfits!" so she's trying like, 50 things on and needing new sizes and stuff, but she was really nice and talkative so i was all in to it. then her phone rang and she was across the fitting rooms from it, so she bolts over and picks it up too late, and promptly starts cursing and stomping her feet. and she was like, "that was my husband!! shiit!!" and then starts bawling. i didn't know what to do. then she looks at me and she's like, "he left for afghanistan today, and i missed his call!". !!!!!!!!!. so i was like, "can you call him back?" and she's all hysterical so she couldn't do anything, so i was like, "lemme see your phone." so i went through and found her missed calls list and called the last number back. so she runs out the front door to talk to him. 3 minutes later she comes back in, still crying, and throws her arms around me, thanking me for giving her the chance to talk to her husband before he got on the plane. my heart just about broke in half. so we're having this big hug and everyone in the store is staring, and then i started tearing up, and she's like, "oh now you probably think i'm some crazy old bird with her head screwed loose." and i was like, "no! of course not!" and we had this little moment. ohmygod. so i helped her get all her things, and she kept looking at me like i had just saved her life or something. and i was so happy i have a basic knowledge of cell phone operation. i don't think i would have been able to handle it if i hadn't gotten that number back for her. then i got all toughtful about the war and how terrible it is and how bush is an idiot, and about how harper should have kept us as peacekeepers and am glad there is an election etc etc etc.
sigh
moving on
yesterday i got a delivery notice in the mail and i got all excited that maybe i had a care package or something, or that someone decided to be my penpal. so before my spanish class tonight i went to go pick it up. turns out it's a letter from canadian blood services, from when i donated at the end of august. so i got all excited that i was gonna get my donor card and get all this praise for saving lives. then i open the letter, and 3rd line down it says: "When we tested your donation, the screening tests for Syphilis showed a reaction."
WHAT?!
after i scooped my jaw off the floor and reminded myself there is no way i can have syphilis, i read the next sentence which mentioned that they did another test and there was no evidence of infection. apparently this is called a 'false reactive screening test result'. but because of it i can no longer donate blood. ever. so i don't have an infection, but now i can't ever donate? good. you are turning away a healthy (or almost) 18 year old woman for...nothing? anyways i was all pissed. and now i want to know what the hell caused a positive syphilis reaction in my blood. also, what do they do with it now? i would also like to ask my doctor what the hell is going on because i've had 50 blood tests in the past month and none of them have shown anything.
[edit]
i just went a looked up the tests for syphilis and found out that:
"False positives on the rapid tests can be seen in viral infections (Epstein-Barr, hepatitis, varicella, measles), lymphoma, tuberculosis, malaria, Chagas Disease, endocarditis, connective tissue disease, pregnancy, intravenous drug abuse, or contamination."
so i could have any of those. great.
so uh, gotta stop shooting heroin?
on a blood test from like, 3 months ago i had high liver enzymes. maybe that triggered the hepatitis false positive?
i wish i was a biochemist so i knew how Treponema pallidum hemagglutination assay (TPHA) and Fluorescent Treponemal Antibody Absorption (FTA-ABS) actually worked.
boo.
[/edit]
in happier news i'm now in love with matt damon because of this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anxkrm9uEJk
EVERY american should watch it before voting. and/or be psychologically evaluated for the ability to understand english if they decide to vote for mccain. i watched an interview with palin the other day on cbs or whatever american network, and she could barely formulate a sentence without mentioning god, and then refused to acknowledge a direct quote read by the reporter about her saying that iraq was "all part of god's plan". ohh dear. if the republicans get elected again i might actually kill myself, because the world will end soon enough with them at the helm anyway.
in more encouraging news, i'm slowly taking myself off my meds because my doctor refuses to pay attention to me, but so far nothing bad has happened. which is encouraging, and now i don't have to deal with constant nausea and stomach pain, or nightmares and panic attacks. :)
i just went to get a glass of water in the middle of this post (i know it's kind of epic...sorry) and promptly took a layer of skin off my thumb on the edge of the dishwasher. goddam. i really wish i could be more coordinated. maybe it's a sign i should end this beastly post and go watch true blood. what a good show. sex, violence, and vampires. who could ask for more. i know i'm obsessed with vampires. it is unhealthy. i'll just have to settle for mortals i guess. siiiggh.