The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
I'm a hedonistic thing. I like to enjoy my senses. Here are mine, what are yours?
Favourite sight: A beautiful woman stretching.
Favourite smell: Clean-smelling hair.
Favourite touch: Warm sheets on a cold morning.
Favourite sound: Any type of music I like.
Favourite taste: Warm, mom-baked apple pie.
Ok, for starters, more people need to discover the amusement source that is RetroCrush (http://www.retrocrush.com/).
On display right now are:
… among others.
And of course, the gallery of retro babes is always a feature.
Then, for your continued viewing pleasure, I found some old women of PETA pictures, that I just had to share with ya'll.
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Next, a nice little angsty, yet cute comic from Peals Before Swine. It also inspired another icon for the poll. Click on the icon to view the cartoon:
And finally, yet another new icon to join the poll:
That is all.
It seems that all the people I met on LL and have kept in contact with are now paired with people they're completely smitten with. Now don't get me wrong, these are good friends, and I'm really happy for them. At the same time, I'm really depressed, because I'm thinking to myself, why not me… I know it's self-defeating, but I can't help feeling it.
All I want is to have someone to say “I love you” to, and sleep close to at night. That's not too much to ask.
I must be broken.
This day was… I don't know how to describe this day. My plan, when I went to bed last night, was to lounge in bed, do some chores, do my groceries, and go out tonight with M. The day started out ok, as I was drifting in and out of sleep this morning, when my cell phone rings. I see on my caller ID that it's M, so I figure that he's asking if I want to go have breakfast, as we often do on the weekend.
That's when the day really went off track. First shock, he tells me Sven is in the hospital. Second shock, he had a brain oedema (swelling due to excess fluid). Now this can mean he has a brain tumour, a brain hemorrhage, or a viral infection. Third shock, he's lost motor control on the right side of his body. By that point, I'm completely awake and have fallen out of bed. Quite literally. Cue to telephone tag to inform all our friends, with promises of keeping them informed as more information trickles in.
I went to see him at the hospital in the early afternoon. He was looking quite well, given the circumstances. According to his wife, he was actually a lot better. From what I saw, he was lucid, was cracking jokes, and he told us he was regaining control and sensation on his right side. He still had a bit of the Jean Chretien smile, but that was the only significant outward sign something was amiss. He told us that the CAT scans he's had so far have ruled out the two nastiest options, so it's most probably a viral infection. The doctors say that he's responding really, really well to the anti-inflammatories and he might even be discharged tonight so he can go sleep at home. He needs to come back to the hospital for the next 2 days for more IV anti-inflammatories, but he's well enough to go home, so that's a very good sign. He has a MRI scan scheduled for Monday, to rule out the possibilities of micro-lesions on the brain, and if that's all clear, I'd imagine he's going to go on a course of antivirals. We don't know if there will be lasting effects, but the doctors seem optimistic.
So, all in all, it's good news. It made me realize something. I've known that guy for 12 years. Our relation right now is not the greatest it's been – there's some strain, mostly due to stupid things done and said in the past year or so – but that's going to change. I've lived and done too much with the guy, and this incident brought all of that to life.
I've been trying to relax all day, and have been mostly successful. Basically, I kept busy. Did my groceries, and a huge pile of dishes. Bought stuff for the superbowl party tomorrow. I cooked a batch of my world-famous pasta sauce, then cooked roast beast with all the trimmings for dinner with my roommate. Watched a bit of TV, and now I'm writing this and going to bed.
I'm a bit blue right now… for the usual reasons I've grown to know and hate.
Whatever, it'll pass.