hitcha hatcha howza
wikka wickaw.
oh yeah, these are the noises in my head.
been a long long day, but productive.
feeling better than i have in a while.
visualization actually does help sometimes.
last night i went out with some friends from school to exchange gifts (who got a peewee's playhouse box set? thats right, yours truly) and eat thai food. i loves me some jungle curry.
this morning i had a physical and health stuff. got lost walking to the place and went way out of my way, but managed to get there not too late. got weighed and blood pressured and whatnot. im less than 5'10. 69.25 inches. did i shrink? i thought i was over 5'10. hmmm.. whatever. the dr. was okay, but gave me the lecture on how i should quit smoking. whatever, ill try, blah.
he then proceeded to tell me that my body mass index says im overwieght. fuck that. he had a big ol gut and hes telling me i should lose 10 pounds. i think im prolly in better shape now than ive been since high school and had track practice every day.
i think this just pissed me off cause ive been feeling better about my weight and body than i have in pretty much forever and here he tells me im about 10 pounds overweight. body mass index can kiss my lily-white, overweight ass. its a crock.
he also told me my blood pressure was a little high (124 instead of 120) wtf. prolly just caus ei drank a cup o coffee this morning.
eh, whatever.
he checked other stuff, blah. dotn even want to think about that. at least not unless i have to.
then went downstairs to get blood drawn. the dumb bitch with the needle must have been legally blind, incompetent or both. she jabbed around in my right arm for like 5 minutes and got nothing. "give me the needle, dumbass. ill find the fucking vein." then it took her several probing lunges to find it in my left arm. then she draws like 5 vials. for fucks sake, five vials of blood? eh, whatever. hopefully all will come back healthy.
then i got to pee in a cup, which is no easy chore with a 0g PA. hehehe... it was all i could do not to hose down the bathroom and myself. then i got to pick out eyeglass frames. lame. insurance covers only 20% of my frames and none of the lenses. i managed to find som ugly as shit frmaes for under 50, and the cheapest lenses were a little more than that. $101. i miss living with my parents and having them pay for shit like this. ah well. guess i shouldnt complain too much. but i still have to get contacts and i doubt insurance will be much more help in that department. on the plus side my boss is letting me use his grant money to get prescription safety glasses, also ugly as shit, but whatever. if they keep nasty chemicals and brain eating disease out of my eyes ill be more than happy to look like a fool behind the bench.
then a long trek back to work. in the middle of my experiment my boss comes up and starts bugging me. whatever. i work for him, but cant it wait til im not working with infectious shit. then he gives me a shitload of work to have done by monday. fantastic. so much for a weekend. ah well, i guess im taking a week for the holidays so ill deal.
i think i head home now. craft night tonight, woohoo... and tacos... tacos tacos tacos.
taco flavored kisses and caviar dreams.
-ta, mr. monkee
oh yeah, these are the noises in my head.
been a long long day, but productive.
feeling better than i have in a while.
visualization actually does help sometimes.
last night i went out with some friends from school to exchange gifts (who got a peewee's playhouse box set? thats right, yours truly) and eat thai food. i loves me some jungle curry.
this morning i had a physical and health stuff. got lost walking to the place and went way out of my way, but managed to get there not too late. got weighed and blood pressured and whatnot. im less than 5'10. 69.25 inches. did i shrink? i thought i was over 5'10. hmmm.. whatever. the dr. was okay, but gave me the lecture on how i should quit smoking. whatever, ill try, blah.
he then proceeded to tell me that my body mass index says im overwieght. fuck that. he had a big ol gut and hes telling me i should lose 10 pounds. i think im prolly in better shape now than ive been since high school and had track practice every day.
i think this just pissed me off cause ive been feeling better about my weight and body than i have in pretty much forever and here he tells me im about 10 pounds overweight. body mass index can kiss my lily-white, overweight ass. its a crock.
he also told me my blood pressure was a little high (124 instead of 120) wtf. prolly just caus ei drank a cup o coffee this morning.
eh, whatever.
he checked other stuff, blah. dotn even want to think about that. at least not unless i have to.
then went downstairs to get blood drawn. the dumb bitch with the needle must have been legally blind, incompetent or both. she jabbed around in my right arm for like 5 minutes and got nothing. "give me the needle, dumbass. ill find the fucking vein." then it took her several probing lunges to find it in my left arm. then she draws like 5 vials. for fucks sake, five vials of blood? eh, whatever. hopefully all will come back healthy.
then i got to pee in a cup, which is no easy chore with a 0g PA. hehehe... it was all i could do not to hose down the bathroom and myself. then i got to pick out eyeglass frames. lame. insurance covers only 20% of my frames and none of the lenses. i managed to find som ugly as shit frmaes for under 50, and the cheapest lenses were a little more than that. $101. i miss living with my parents and having them pay for shit like this. ah well. guess i shouldnt complain too much. but i still have to get contacts and i doubt insurance will be much more help in that department. on the plus side my boss is letting me use his grant money to get prescription safety glasses, also ugly as shit, but whatever. if they keep nasty chemicals and brain eating disease out of my eyes ill be more than happy to look like a fool behind the bench.
then a long trek back to work. in the middle of my experiment my boss comes up and starts bugging me. whatever. i work for him, but cant it wait til im not working with infectious shit. then he gives me a shitload of work to have done by monday. fantastic. so much for a weekend. ah well, i guess im taking a week for the holidays so ill deal.
i think i head home now. craft night tonight, woohoo... and tacos... tacos tacos tacos.
taco flavored kisses and caviar dreams.
-ta, mr. monkee