catheroominations

I found this on Jenni’s blog. Guess I’m in a mood to eat junk food and get pampered!

I spent six hours in the Stanford University Hospital Emergency Room last night. At about 3:30 or so yesterday, I was struck with a horrible headache. It came out of the blue, and was excruciatingly painful. I assumed the fetal position while Matte did some research online. He found descriptions of “thunderclap headaches” and “subarachnoid hemorrhages” (SAH) and other such unpleasantries. Sure, I’ve had headaches before, but not the kind that just sort of attack like that. We decided to play it on the safe side, and went to urgent care.

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Who was that masked man?
This morning on the way to the gym (at 5:30 am), a chubby animal waddled across the street in front of my car. Thinking it was someone’s beloved kitty cat*, I slowed down to avoid hitting it. It was a raccoon, headed for the open grate in the curb which, when I was a kid, always thought went out into the ocean. I wondered how he’ll get back out? (*This implies that if I had not thought it was someone’s pet, I would not have slowed down. This is entirely not the case. I love all nearly all furry animals.)

Damn, they sell EVERYTHING at Ikea!
Last night I dreamed (dreamt?) that Matte and I were packing up our things because we were moving. For some reason, our vessel of choice was tall kitchen garbage bags. Our bags were piled and ready to be taken to I don’t know where, except for one, that still needed to be closed with a twist tie. Something in the bag shifted, and Daphne got wide-eyed and curious. I let the bag fall open, and a tiny white mouse came out, followed by another one, and another. I thought “How did those get in there? I didn’t pack them!?” How they got into the bag suddenly became unimportant when I noticed they were wearing Ikea price tags.

So take, take me home
This morning on the way home from the gym, I almost missed my turn. The gym is close to the house where I grew up, and rather than turn left to head to my apartment, I stayed in the right lane, to go straight at the signal. I guess I was high on elliptical-enduced endorphins and I was sub-consciously driving to the house my parents sold years ago. Maybe I was craving some of mom’s chocolate chip waffles?

Oh, and one more thing…
Tomorrow is the first day of spring. And you know what that means. It’s time to get your Peep on.

She can hardly contain her excitement for college basketball. Her favorite team? Why, the CATS of course! Kentucky Wildcats, that is.

Jenni tagged me for this meme awhile back and I am just now getting around to doing it.

Rules: Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things, habits or little known facts about themselves. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things, habits or little known facts, as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names.

1. I don’t like the Beatles. I know they had much to do with music today, so I feel a little guilty about not liking them. If a Beatles song comes on the radio, I will switch the station. Every time.
2. I can eat an entire bag of chocolate chips in one sitting. This has not been proven, I just am highly confident in myself my ability to inhale a whole bag.
3. I grew up in a TV-watching family and have always been a huge fan of the b00b tube. I was so enamored with TV and the stars I watched on it that I ran away to live with Sonny & Cher when I was little. I didn’t get very far though.
4. I have always thought I am fat. Even when I was anorexic with a big lollipop head, wearing GAP Kids pants, I thought I was fat then too.
5. I have had my identity stolen. Twice. I think the second time it happened was by someone finding something I did not shred and threw in our apartment dumpster. There was an old lady in the complex who would sift through the recycling and I fancied her an innocent victim, tricked by her evil grandchildren who convinced her that she was a vigilante, protecting people like me (from people like them) by removing personal data from our dumpsters.
6. I have never broken a bone or had major surgery.
7. I have been told I resemble Sally Field, Katie Couric, Britney Spears, and Natalie Maines, but really, I’d much prefer to have their paychecks than their looks.
8. I have always wanted to go to the Oscars, and would kill to be a seat filler. If they sat me next to Kevin Spacey, I would need a drool bucket.
9. I think it’s annoying that it is perfectly acceptable to want to have kids, even lots of kids. But if you don’t want any, it’s like you’re a freak. To me, it’s just as much a personal choice not to want children as it is to have them.
10. I don’t have 10 things that are weird about me. (Matte thought up that one.)

Now, who to tag? You. I’m tagging you. If you’re reading this, consider yourself tagged. Go. Do some soul-searching. I’ll be over here eating chocolate chips.