Fall.

Winter is in the air although some of us are still in denial. The house is absolutely freezing cold and I can feel the chill right down to my bones. I wrap myself in multiple blankets and layers to keep warm. Every warming, I refuse to leave the comforts of my blankets and make the mad dash to the bathroom. Changing out of my PJs into my clothes makes me cringe, just thinking of the goosebumps I’ll incur during the process. But still, I love being able to break out my coats and throwing them on. Snow is coming soon. It’s in the air.

I can’t believe how long it has been since my last update. I’m pretty certain I would have been in shorts and sandals when that was posted. How much has changed in the last little while, and most of it has stayed the same. I think I may have become a workaholic. Not so much that I’m at the office all the time (although with the season starting, that will soon become a reality), but when I’m not in the office, I don’t feel like going out and being social. There just isn’t enough time, enough energy or enough motivation to do anything. I’m selfish like that; I just want me time so I can stay at home and veg. And I feel guilty about it. Maybe it’s self-centered of me to think that people are actually missing my company but perhaps I will allow myself to think that is the case. If I keep saying ‘no’, people will stop asking and I don’t like the thought of that either.

See? There are still so many things I have to figure out from life.

Clearly, I am just thinking too long and hard about too many things. But if I don’t give my brain a good work out, it shall grow cobwebs and soon become just a figurehead in my existence. I need to stimulate it with made-up problems and conundrums. It’s so much better than exercising it by solving math equations and making it try to explain scientific anomalies…isn’t it?

No More Wisdom

Does this mean I’m not wise anymore?

The surgery went well. I have a gorgeous blue and purple bruise on my arm where they stuck the IV in me for the anesthesia. I was wrong, I thought they were only going to give me laughing gas but they gave me both. When they took my blood pressure at first, the nurse knew right away I was nervous. It was ‘awfully high for somebody my size’ but it lowered considerably after they gave me the nitrous.

It was weird, I was kind of awake but kind of not. I had my music on and by the time the surgeon came in for the surgery I was only half conscience. I heard her ask me what I was listening to and I muttered something incoherent and she asked me if it was good music and I sort of semi nodded and said ‘mmmhmm’.

My recovery nurse was a really nice woman named Rachel. She was very patient in explaining everything and said I had very nice hair and was very pretty. She was also excitedly talking to one of her colleagues about how she went to Ottawa last weekend and skated on the Rideau for the first time for her anniversary.

I was really looking forward to all the milkshakes and ice cream I’d get to eat. Of course, being my mother this was not the case as she opted for more healthy alternatives such as soy milk and congee. Today however, she went to T&T and bought me a big tub of green tea ice cream. Bless her. She was so patient yesterday in changing my gauze every hour and running to the Chase to fill out my prescription.

I’m also really glad I don’t have a boyfriend or a husband because all of the oozing, drooling and bleeding afterwards is certainly not glamorous.

I got to keep my teeth. They were actually smaller than I thought they were going to be. Maybe because I’m just generally small. Yesterday was a lazy day, today is a take it easy day. I’m supposed to do activities sitting up to help with the swelling and bruising. That’s a good thing because I have to study for my mid-terms next week. Have a case study due next week too but my partner is out of the country so, I don’t know.

I sat down to start studying for my mid-terms but I think the medication is making me a bit woozy. I have to take an anti-biotic to fight infection and a Tylenol with Codeine for pain-relief. My mom is paranoid about me taking too much of the tylenol since Codeine is bad for your heart. I’m not taking heart medication right now but I see her point. However, you’re supposed to take it before the pain starts. No idea.

Unfortunately, the Senators didn’t win it for me last night. I thought about wearing my Alfie t-shirt to surgery because they wanted me to wear a comfortable t-shirt. I’m sort of sad I didn’t but at the same time glad because I ended up oozing and bleeding all over my t-shirt anyways.

I look like a chipmunk. Yesterday the swelling died down but it inflated again today. Yikes. I just hope it’s all gone by the time I get back to school.

Mish-Mash of Musings

First off, a very sad RIP to my dear beta, Cody. You were such a wonderful companion for the three weeks we got to know one another.

My parents came up to have lunch on Monday before my dad flew back to Taiwan and I told them that Cody had died that morning. They were surprised to learn I was even raising a fish in the first place. My mother’s first thought was to ask me if I forgot to feed it because allegedly that’s what happened to our dear hamster when I was a kid. I vehemently denied that I was a neglectful mother, and she asked me if I had fed him too much and he died of bloating.

Basketball Nights

My job at the radio station  means I get to produce all of the McMaster basketball broadcasts. The games are usually on Wednesday nights and Saturday afternoons, but this week they were on Friday and Saturday at night since the team was traveling to Lakehead University all the way in Thunder Bay. Apparently the Lakehead games are a big draw there. Nothing against Thunder Bay, since I’ve never been there but it doesn’t sound like there’s much to do there.

The radio station is in the same complex as Quarter’s, our on-campus bar. On the weekends, it’s club nights and that’s where most of the student population congregate. I’m not usually on campus that late into the evening on weekends, so as I was leaving last night it was the weirdest thing to see all of these students dressed to the nines sitting around waiting in the Student Centre. Our student centre resembles a shopping mall, so seeing a bunch of 20-somethings sitting in their club wear in what is essentially a food court sort of throws you for a loop. There I was, in my business casual (I went to a lecture earlier in the evening), trying my best not to snicker at how ridiculous I thought they looked. Not that I had any right to do so, I have the personality of a 60-year-old. (It is COLD outside, would it kill you to cover up? I bet you a shiny penny it wouldn’t).

The station is surprisingly quite lively late into the evening. Most of our hosts fight for production room time so they sometimes have to come in at odd hours. It’s not too full though so I don’t feel like an idiot running from one end to the next. I’ve never missed a cue although there’s been a few close calls. It’s a bit of a lonesome job, but it’s always nice because all of our play-by-play guys give me shoutout after every game and ensure me I’m doing a great job. I’m quite flattered and a little embarrassed by it all because all my job consists of is clicking a couple of buttons.

But boy, do I click those buttons well. Really, I have superior technique. It’s from years of being annoying in elevators.