2 posts tagged “swimming”

Can't wait for the MRI next monday. As I wrote last tuesday I've been having a bit of a head-ache-thing going again. This morning I was back on the Diet du Soup 'n' Noodles. Whoop-de-doo.

I must be such a hoot to work with right now. I'm tired, cranky and hungry all the time. I swear, at lunchtime, I'm waiting for that microwave to go off like it would be signaling the second coming of christ. Which pretty much is what warm soup was today.

It's okay at work, because they know my situation, and someone even asked me today: "You tired?"
"yeah, kind of. My head is killing me. It feels like my whole brain is pulsating and hitting the walls of my cranium"
"You on the meds?"
"Yup."
"Excellent"

I expect them to be hooking me up with a monogrammed morphine pump sometime at the end of the week.

But!

The reason I'm writing this is to tell all and any of you guys reading: please don't try to help. I know you care, and all that, but trust me, with 8 years of "clear erosion and destruction of bone" under my belt, I kinda know my thing, 'kay? People telling me how many different kinds of soups there are make me wanna severe my left leg and beat them a little bit with it. The same goes for people who encourage me with "but it's a good diet, you know?". The "how 'bout some boiled veggies? No? Spaghetti? No? Ice-cream? No?"-people are never far from getting an LCN-gel enhanced nail in their eye socket.

It's not so much the food as it is the actual chewing motion. Medium rare steaks are just a whole lot more ripping and chewing motion. But still, even boiled carrots are about as good a suggestion as asking me if I would like to insert this here cactus into my rectum? Would that help? No?

There are a few great things though. Me not being able to kiss Sami doesn't mean he stops kissing me. And then there are the Olympics. I've been watching all I can considering I work all evenings this week, and maaaaan have I been loving the action. I loved USA/China-basketball, especially Yao Ming, who towers above 220cm players like they are 5-year olds at the playground. I've been watching judo, shooting (yay for the first Finnish gold!), wrestling and loving the beauty of aquatic sports like synchro. And most of all, I've been loving Hanna-Maria Seppälä (told you she'd deliver) and Golden Boy Michael Phelps. In 2004 he was still a bit arrogant, and a bit of a diva. In 2008 he is humble and a true olympian, and I had a really hard time trying not to weep when I saw him in 200 butterfly. Same goes for Federica Pellegrini of Italy in 200 freestyle. Okay, there I did cry a bit because she was so surprised and so happy that she broke down in tears herself. And I might have fallen off the sofa while watching that final heat. And I might have upset the neighbours with my "COME ON! FOCUS! DO IT!!!!".

But other than that I've been cool about it.

Oh yeah, almost forgot. If anyone reading this has any idea who orders me free magazines, please let me know. First I got this magazine for people over 50, detailing what finnish older z-list people are doing, and how the politicians spend their summer holiday. I kinda went woot? but a free magazine is a free magazine. Today I received this gossip-magazine that no-one confesses to reading but it sells like a million copies, and whenever you catch someone with it they claim they only bought it for the killer tv-extra. I'm loving the gossip tv-extra.

So thanks.

...is not always everything it's cracked up to be. A couple of days ago I wished noone would "P in our Ool". The one right here beside our house were I swim, you know?

 And I got it. Noone peed in the ool.

Someone did however take a shit in the ool.