Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
I am officially sick. Achey, flushed, sore throat, fever, headache. And my brother is here. He has a knack of showing up whenever I want him not to. Extra tired? Sick? Cranky? It’s almost guaranteed that he’ll be on my couch when I arrive home. Can’t I just come home and wallow in my misery … Continue reading 98.6+
Yes, I’m still here. Just totally uninteresting. Remember all that stuff I did the weekend before last? Now that it’s finally been done, last weekend was full of all sorts of nothing. It was bliss. I’m pretty happy that the strike didn’t mess up my class at all, though I wonder just how far the … Continue reading Blip Bloop
That’s what the can says on the little Coca Cola Olympic Polar Bear on my desk. It has nothing to do with anything. It’s really, obscenely difficult to find a family doctor ’round these parts. Apparently doctors are only accepting new pregnant patients, and if you are with child then they’d be happy to book … Continue reading Collect All Six
I finally went back to the gym yesterday, after a month-long hiatus. I know, I meant to go more during the holiday season, but it just didn’t happen. Until yesterday. And it felt good. Perhaps it was the endorphins, or just a full-moon or something… but that good feeling prompted me to do something completely … Continue reading I. Am. Crazy.
Despite the cranky nature of my posts lately (proving again, blogging is more cathartic than anything), I’m actually really enjoying the season. I’ve put a strict policy in place of not actually making plans for any evening, and judging on a day-by-day basis whether I have the time and energy to go out or not … Continue reading Zen
I’ve had a disgusting, snotty, congested head cold all week. I know, it could be worse. And honestly, I don’t feel all that bad physically. Mentally, I’m a wreck. When I’m sick, I cut right back on exercise so that my body can rest and get better. This works for getting me rid of most … Continue reading You make me Sick
I’m regularly subjected to medical needles of various shapes and sizes around 10 times a year. No biggie. Regardless, there’s still that teensy bit of socially constructed anxiety around them, for at least a couple seconds. That said, I just got my flu shot. If I drop dead in the next day or two, it’s … Continue reading Eep! Needles!