Changed the look of the place a little because it took me a while to load up the “Component” version on the journal on my friend’s dial up connection. Blech. Kinda like it, as I’m a fan of the simple designs of web sites rather than the intricate ones. Dunno but to me it seems like if you can create a very simple yet visually appealing design, you’re better in my book. *shrugs*
Anyway, I had my heart ultrasound this past Friday and it was pretty damn cool. However, I am not sure if this is normal but the woman who took my ultrasound made it feel like she wanted to puncture my skin to get an accurate reading of my heart and everything. I swear, she used her free hand to grasp the bed so that she could get more leverage to push that infernal device deeper into my chest, throat and diaphragm area. The odd part was that when she was taking my readings while I was on my side, I could feel and hear the sound waves bouncing off my chest and especially in my heart. Let me tell ya folks, it’s not a pleasant feeling at all, especially when she kept on changing frequencies! The sound was really annoying too. Granted you’re not really supposed to be able to hear the ultrasound itself, I have always had very sensitive hearing. I have always been able to hear do whistles and fuck is that an annoying ass sound. One of my neighbors is using a dog whistle when he walks his dog to train it and the fucker wakes me up every god damn morning for the past few weeks when he’s outside my window blowing on that damned whistle.
Either way, the nurse (or technician or doctor) let me see the images on the monitor while she was taking it and let me tell you it looked really cool. Hard to put into words what it’s like to actually see an image of your own heart beating and seeing how your actions can change the way it works. I noticed it was beating pretty hard and fast while she was taking my measurements at first because it felt pretty uncomfortable, but I started breathing a lot more slowly and relaxed and I saw it calm down. MAN did that blow my mind.
When we were done, I asked her if it looked ok and she told me that she was not allowed to tell me for legal reasons. However, she did tell me everything looked all right and that I have nothing to worry about. Cool. Got my blood work results yesterday in the mail and it says I passed although my glucose levels in the blood were on the higher side. Normal range this paper says is in the 65-99 mg/dL (micrograms per deciliter??) and mine came out to 94. Everything else though, was either in the middle or in the low end of their appropriate ranges. The only part that upset me a little was that my cholesterol reading was not in this documentation and that’s what I really needed to find out. Hopefully the doc will let me know when I see her again in a couple of weeks.
Here’s a preview of what I will be seeing in a few minutes:
Vizzini: I can’t compete with you physically, and you’re no match for my brains.
Westley: You’re that smart?
Vizzini: Let me put it this way. Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?
Westley: Who are you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this wall? Where is Buttercup?
Inigo Montoya: Let me ‘splain.
Inigo Montoya: No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is marry’ Humperdinck in a little less than half an hour. So all we have to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the princess, make our escape… after I kill Count Rugen.
Westley: That doesn’t leave much time for dilly-dallying.
Fezzik: You just wiggled your finger. That’s wonderful.
Westley: I’ve always been a quick healer. What are our liabilities?
Inigo Montoya: There is but one working castle gate, and… and it is guarded by 60 men.
Westley: And our assets?
Inigo Montoya: Your brains, Fezzik’s strength, my steel.
Westley: I mean, if we only had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.
Inigo Montoya: Where we did we put that wheelbarrow the albino had?
Fezzik: Over the albino, I think.
Westley: Well, why didn’t you list that among our assets in the first place?
Why can’t they make movies like this anymore???