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The first of what (I fear) would be a series of stumbles and obstacles: My doc has taken over a week to complete my medical report ("It's not urgent, right?"), and when I went to collect it today, I was told he'd forgotten a blood test; which meant I needed to give more blood (the doc-on-duty used a different vein and had problems drawing enough blood, which meant I'd get a bruise from the needle); which meant another wait for another test result.

I can only grit my teeth and soldier on ... I have to.

Tonight'll be awesome - I've just taken 2 different types of pills that are drowsiness-inducing - but tomorrow will be really fucked.

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Re-started on Written on the Body, and made the fastest and farthest progress I have in all the time I was reading it. Call me biased, but, so far, it's been nothing but wondrous and beautiful.

Was tempted today in Borders by the books of poetry by Charles Bukowski, but I didn't buy any. I don't like buying books without having read them; I want to be sure I like a book (or that it's good) before purchasing a copy for myself.

There are no guarantees in life, but if it could be helped, I always like to buy myself a little certainty.

The sound of you mumbling =)

It's such a treat when you watch a truly gifted dancer perform before your eyes, even without costumes or whatever - showmanship transcends the need for those frills.

So Linna showed us the choreo for the second module and I was in awe, because seriously, I've never seen a better dancer live.

So it was really a treat ...

And, I think I might retire my dance shoes tonight.

Sigh.

=(

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Good news: It's muscular after all.

Even better news: I only need to take about 5 days off to rest it.

Best news: I get Norgesic to relax the muscles - which might also put me to sleep! (Woot!)

My doc's a funny guy sometimes. Asked I, "So I only need to take 5 days off, right?"

Doc: "Yes; don't over-exert the muscles."

"5 days from now?"

Doc: "5 days from when you want to stop hurting."

=/

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I bought medicated plasters (a pack of 3) before dinner yesterday and I've been using them ... to no avail. Scarily, I think that might mean my injury is not in fact muscular ... =(

Hopefully it feels better tomorrow.

Sigh.

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Jen and I finally did dinner at Les Bouchons, and we walked past Toca Me a few times. She thought the crowd (on the outside) looked very young, so we didn't go in and ended up at Loof for drinkies.

My side hurts pretty bad now; not sure whether I'm hoping it is a pulled muscle (and not, say, cracked ribs) or not. I'm unwilling to stop pole for even 2 weeks for it to heal - and whatever it is, it sure as hell will take more than 2 weeks to go away.

=(

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It occurred to me as I was showering just now that this unusually busy day for me reminded me of the crazy EoQ's I used to have with my previous companies, tallying and compiling and what-not - and I kinda missed them.

Was so busy today I didn't have the chance to communicate with anybody about anything other than work.

Even the boss - I prolly spoke less than 5 words to him today. He asked his usual, "Are you okay?" and then proceeded to tell me he was feeling better (I didn't ask - I never do), etc.

I won't see him for most of next week; I think I might miss him ... just a little.

Crash day. Stomach is back to feeling weird. The older I get, the more fucked up my insides are ... never mind the outside.

My colleague (for the second time in as many days) alluded to something the CNHK MD said about me - to other people. I'm curious and wary. Ol' boys, fish wives - bah.

The boss called in sick today, ending off with, "... don't worry - I'll survive." Had to ask him to repeat that last part because I wasn't sure I'd heard right. Does he want me to show more care and concern than my usual indifference?

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Was impeded at pole prac by terrible cramps in my lower body (butt, legs, feet, and toes). Two girls have told me to eat bananas and I shall have that fruit for lunch tomorrow.

Still couldn't manage birdnest even though I had a spotter. I have to start visualizing doing it, plus a shoulder-mount to chopper combo.

Also, finished with intermediate 3 today; no news on when there'll be an advance class I can sign up for. Guess this is as far as I can go in salsa for now ...

Def Leppard - 'Pour Some Sugar On Me'

Album: Hysteria



Have been obsessed lately with the database I work on. It's written in-house and still evolving, so it's very buggy.

I sit at my workstation up to 5 hours at stretch (yes, I do worry about DVT) working with the database, the reports it generates daily, GIMP, Excel, Powerpoint, and my email, earphones plugged in. Today, I decided I'd like to see the records for the offices I'm responsible for rid of errors before I go.

Never let it be said that when I'm obsessive, I'm not compulsively so.

Like how I've been listening to this song on repeat, 3 days and counting ...

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It's been a terrible Monday: Screwed up the boss's flight out of SIN today; it was only through his infallible good luck with all things concerning travel that I managed to get him not only in the class he wants, but also his preferred seat.

In his harangue, he cited, once again, The Devil Wears Prada, which, to him illustrates the epitome of what P.A. should be, but which is a caveat against selling out and losing oneself to me.

It's obvious I'm really not cut out to be a P.A.; prolly will tender when he returns from Milan next month.

Doc drew 10 cc today, remarking I have "good veins ... unlike other girls", but that my blood is so bad "[a] vampire won't want it". =|

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Is it wise to set a timeline, I wonder. Historically, they've done nothing to keep me on track, and I've always, but always, deviated from them. Which makes them an exercise in futility. And yet I persisted in making them. Hm ...

I find myself liking my night antihistamines more and more - they put me to sleep so effortlessly - even the downside (trouble waking up, waking up too groggy) seems negligible. I wish I could take them every night.

Def Leppard - 'Pour Some Sugar On Me'

Album: Hysteria



I wish my parents had pushed me into gymnastics in addition to ballet when I was a kid: Maybe I would've been stronger as a grown-up - and more flexible too.

Those kids - I'm so envious of them - they're doing press handstands. I could weep.

We tried coming down from headstand into a side-split at pole prac today - none of us could it. Not even Jasmine.

Sigh ...

Finally caught WALL·E today (with Jen) - it's awesome! I wanna watch it again! And again!

And again!

Great thread at MeFi too.

Will head on down to Baybeats tomorrow after pole with Jen since the dinner with Aileen and Carrie has been postponed indefinitely.

Starting next month, I will get my act together. Enough with the procrastination already ... =/