I went to the doctor a couple weeks ago because I was so tired all the time. He had a hard time coming up with ideas for what it might be about, so he sent me for a bunch of tests. The blood tests were about ten days ago. I expect the write-up to arrive in the mail any day now. The doctor also ordered a stress test for my heart, and a breathing test. I did the breathing test yesterday.
I wish I could have taken a picture of the machine, but I was never alone in the room with it, and I wasn’t brave enough to ask the technician if I could take a quick picture. The test consisted of me breathing into a tube. I would breath slow, then fast. Shallow, then deep. Then hold my breath. Then empty out all the air I could possibly squeeze from my lungs, then quickly inhale. The machine measured, resisted, pumped gasses into my lungs, and sucked them out. It was most certainly less relaxing than an ultrasound or MRI.
But the results were pleasing: The woman said: “You move air wonderfully, no matter how it’s measured. Are you a runner? Do you swim?” I told her that I sing. Who knew singing could be so good for your lungs? I have healthy lungs! Yay! But I still don’t know if there is a physical reason I’m so tired. Maybe the blood results will show something. Or maybe it’s just stress.
We have a sign-out procedure at school in regard to bathroom visits. My clipboard hangs right next to the door. I have tried to always keep a pencil or pen on the clipboard so students don’t have to use their own. Mostly, the pens and pencils I put there would go missing after a day or two. Until now. Sometime before Christmas, I found a pencil on the floor and put it on the clipboard. It’s still there! I can’t believe it. Why is this pencil different? I’m wondering if it will make it the rest of the year. Students saw me taking a picture of it yesterday. I’m afraid I might have drawn too much attention to it…
I had a hard time deciding if the caption should say: “Behold the power of cheese” or “Behold, the power of cheese”. I think they are different enough that it matters. In the end, I decided against the comma because of how the announcer says it.
I went to put my milk into the refrigerator at school yesterday and noticed the whole thing was full of foods that ought not to be there. I have said before that cake in the refrigerator causes me to have an emotional reaction (I get angry). But pretzels, marshmallows, and bread in the refrigerator? It’s just too much. All I could do was shake my head. There are people who defend the practice, saying something about mice. But I say – if there’s a mouse, let’s kill it. If we change our lifestyle and start putting non-refrigerator things in the refrigerator, the mouse has already won.
Ugh. I have a cold. It has hit me fast and hard. I’m taking my regular daytime multi-symptom cold medicine, but I can’t tell if it’s working. The coughs are the worst. Cough! Cough! Cough! Almost gag. Cough!
My organ lesson is today. I can’t decide if I should cancel or not. Would cancelling make my teacher think that I’m not committed? Or would it make him think I’m smart enough not to spread disease all over his organ keyboards as I cough and play? I think I’ll cancel.
Donut Monday has continued… except when I’ve forgotten it’s Monday because the days all run together. A week ago, there were some new Dunkin Donuts available to help advertise the new Men in Black movie. One was a filled, star-shaped, iced donut called Undercover Black Cocoa. On a whim I got a couple. And on a whim I ate one. Oh… My… Gosh… The filling was really good. It was different than anything I’ve ever had from Dunkin.
Then I found out what the filling was. It’s brownie batter! YUM! So yesterday for Donut Monday, I got six of them. There was one left by the time I had my lunch at 1:00pm. Whew! I’m glad, because if there wasn’t I would have had to go out to get more.
I’m thinking that maybe next week I’ll get a bunch of these for myself and just squeeze the insides into my mouth. Mmm… brownie batter….
