Tuesday, February 01, 2005


For the record, I think if you're going to feel so bad that you can't eat anything for three days straight, the universe should at least apologize to you by removing a few pounds from each thigh or something. This did not happen in my case, but I will not say "so the universe owes me" because her response would of course be "oh yeah" and the dropping of an elephant on my car or something like that.

Nevertheless, my stomach is feeling much better this week, only occasional twinges of pain, and I'll see the doctor next week, since I no longer consider it an emergency. I am somewhat of the unique blend with a sense of my own health that I like to call "stoic hypochondria". That is, when something goes wrong that is unusual, I immediately think the worst. Funky unusual stomach pain? Must be the rare incurable disease of "gastroentrophobidosis" which causes a gruesomely painful death in a matter of hours. A normal hypochondiac would be at the doctor's office in minutes, having made this self-diagnosis. Myself, I make this self-diagnosis (which doesn't exist, by the way) convince myself that I am going to die in a matter of hours, but that I would feel really silly if it turned out to just be gas, so I don't go to the doctor. Yeah. Screwy. I know this. But there you have it - have I ever claimed anything other than neurosis when it came to my mental health? But I will go to the doctor anyway, because I'd rather not feel that pain again.

I spun for about half an hour last night, but didn't knit anything. Was tired, and just not mentally ready to take on the TSC shawl. I woke up this morning feeling all discombobulated (although, to be fair, I can't say that I have ever been combobulated to begin with) and not sure which day of the week it was. The discombobulation continued in class this morning. I had my slow student, my fast student, and a new student. I got the slow and new students going, and then set down to show my fast student how to knit two sleeves (or whatever) two-at-a-time-on-two-circs. She was using new Susan Bates circulars, which in the long run I think are fine-and-dandy. Not Addis, but they'll do. In this case, they kept coiling up badly, and we couldn't get water in the room hot enough to do any good, and so getting even just the first row of the two "tubes" was like trying to knit while doing the limbo with a three year old shooting you with arrows. I finally gave up and just said "we'll do this next week, just pour hot hot water on the needles before you come back" UGH.

Then I come in to work at the station, and AC is in full force, whining about everything under the sun, not the least of which is some music that's playing on one of our feature shows. The show is called "China Radio" though AC thinks it's wildly hilarious to refer to it as "Communist Radio" and someone is playing what sounds to my like a lute. He's talking about his inspiration, and the way Chinese music is set up, and it's really quite beautiful, but AC keeps saying "this is crap. I feel sorry for anyone listening" over and over. I said "it's not crap, it's just Asian music" and he said "no, I like Asian music this is crap." Then he went to get the mail, came back and said, "I ran into a chinese girl downstairs and she was listening and I asked her if it was any good and she said it was crap so I must be right." What a dick. I really want a job that I enjoy and pays the bills and doesn't have people like him, but that seems to be asking too much.

So rather than continue on with whining about how the world really isn't going the way I'd like, I'll head off and play video games all day. That's a fair trade, right? I'm having dinner out tonight with a knit buddy I haven't seen in a while, so I should hopefully be cheerier tomorrow.


Hours Spent Knitting: 11
Rows Completed (of 222): 21


Blogger erica said...

I'm so glad you're feeling better. I think the stomach thing has migrated to Illinois to bother me now. :(

I feel for you and your job. I hope that your next job is much better or that the irritants at your current job move on soon.

I admire your teaching style at the moment. I have to have a lot more control in my classes. My teaching facilities are much different and drop-in doesn't work because I teach at a park district and a continuing ed program at a high school. Sometimes I wish I didn't have a set schedule because then the pressure to get everything in wouldn't be there. And I wouldn't have to teach 6 or 7 people to cast-on in one evening.


3:54 PM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

Hope you feel better!! And hope you had a nice dinner out, too!

Love and hugs, Jen

6:05 PM  
Blogger vi said...

maybe it was just a stomach bug thing?
and is now gone on forever to the little stomach bug place in heaven

7:47 PM  
Blogger Nancy said...

Do you happen to notice if the pain comes after you've eaten fatty foods? If so, it could be gallbladder. I had to have mine removed a little over a year ago because the pain got so bad that I couldn't eat *anything* with fat in it (even if there was just 1 gram). When it started out, though, I kept thinking it was a bug.


1:04 AM  

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