Uh, hope we didn't give someone malaria . . .

So, recently I received an envelope in the mail from Canadian Blood Services. Me, thinking they might be giving me something cool because I've donated blood a certain number of times and wanted to make me feel special . . . right, like they would do that, apparently I live in a dream world.

ANYways, I opened it up to find that it says they've recently changed some policies. This jogged a memory in my head as I recall that there was an odd new question about handling monkeys and I had a conversation with the nurse about it: a consequence of new policies. Okay, I read on. Apparently one of their new policies has to do with malaria. Hm, sure, and why are you telling me this? Then I read that they're sorry to tell me that I cannot donate blood until I have been back for 3 full years from the high-risk malaria zone.

Again, okay, but what about the last 2 years that I've been donating blood? Oops, hope I'm not a carrier or anything . . . I don't exactly know how malaria works but that has the potential to come back to bite them. The three years are up in July though, so I'll be ready to infect the world again, one pint of blood at a time.

Social Man

Okay, so here I am reading a little Suicide by Emile Durkheim -- a classic if you know anything about Sociology. Oh, and by the way, not reading it for fun! Anyways, good old Emile serves up a little superhero action Sociology style:

"If, in other words, as has often been said, man is double, that is because social man superimposes himself upon physical man." -taken from Suicide translated by John Spaulding & George Simpson, The Free Press, NY, 1951, p. 213.

So, really, social man is the superior superhero . . . spiderman, superman, batman . . . who cares, they're all subject to SOCIAL MAN!!!

Now that I've really showed how lame I am, or maybe just how much sociology has consumed my life . . . I think I'm done.

After these messages . . .

Gaaaaaa!

So, the dreaded time has come . . . I have to get my wisdom teeth pulled! That's what the dentist told me today and from the look of the x-rays, he's got a point (one is pretty much growing sideways into my back molar). I LOVE my life (imagine great sarcasm here).

I know, I know, lots of other people have already had their wisdom teeth out and they're going to tell me to 'suck it up princess'. But, I thought I was going to get away scott free on this one. On the one side of my mouth the teeth are coming in just fine (really slow, but fine nonetheless). It's the other side that I can't see that's the problem.

Oh well, such is life. On the plus side, the knee is definitely improving. I can walk without a limp now. Tried a little jog to the car -- that's not so much happening. Going up and down stairs has improved in speed and degree of pain, and there's definitely increased flexibility. Please Lord, I just want to play soccer and go climbing -- that's all I really want!!

I've resorted to swimming!! Gaa!! For those of you who really know me . . . . swimming is far from a favourite activity, let alone one that I excel at. But, it's the only way I can get any exercise. Even then, I swim at a diagonal across my lane because the one leg is really just moving up and down (not actually a kicking motion) -- it's kind of a lopsided effort. I feel kind of dumb and as if the lifeguard wants to tell me that I need to kick my left leg more. I see them looking at me and I know they want to tell me . . .

Anyways, I'm rambling. School's almost over!!!! 4 more days of classes for me -- 2 more papers and two final exams.

Until next time, keep fit and have fun!

'Joy' jokes

Well, aside from being in pain, life is going well. It's been a while since I posted: lots of homework. I had a small mishap at soccer the other night. I'm limping around after some sort of knee injury (Doc's are looking into it). But, on to happier notes:

The other day at work, someone asked me if I had trouble escaping from Whoville. I was like, "What?!" He said, "Well, after the grinch stole Christmas, all the joy left town . . . " Needless to say, I groaned, but it was rather creative and the first time I'd heard it. As I'm sure you all know I've been the butt of many puns surrounding my name. But, it's kind of nice to hear something new and different.

I also heard a funny joke in church last Sunday:

There was a man who was bitten by a dog and got rabies. His doctor told him he had only a day to live. Immediately the man pulled out a pen and paper and started furiously scribbling things down. Curious, the doctor asks, "Are you writing your will?" "Nope," he replies, "I'm making a list of the people I'm going to bite before I die." That's all I've got folks! Pray for quick recovery of my knee as I'm not sure I can last without any sort of physical activity for very long.

This one's for C-Bear

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!


Yes, it is deserving of that much excitement, especially since I couldn't be near you for the occasion. Courtney, I wanted to let you know that I love you, pray for you and miss you! I hope that your birthday was a wonderful one (despite the apprehension that you had towards it). And I'd like to commemorate it with a Get Fuzzy comic because I know you love them so.










* I also thought this particular one had specific references to the squirrel problem at camp.

AND, apparently I can't get it big enough without the words going 'fuzzy' -- (Luke this one's for you) -- "I get it, it's a play on words!") Anyways, if you want to actually read it here's a link: http://www.comics.com/comics/getfuzzy/archive/getfuzzy-20070213.html



Cheers Court!