What a morning! As my clock poured forth the sounds of a dull news report this morning, I rolled over to hit the snoozer, like every morning. Unlike every other morning, instantly I could tell that something was wrong: my back had done it again. My left shoulder blade was screaming every time I moved, and I couldn’t get comfortable. I figured it would slip into place if I started moving around, so I went to take my shower. Bad idea. I’ve passed out before, so I know the symptoms and how to stop it, which is a good thing since I started to faint just before stepping into the shower. Have you ever noticed how your thoughts are sluggish and ADD when you’re light headed? My thoughts ran something like this: “Ooh, my ears feel hot. What’s that sound? Oh, I think it’s the blood running to my head. Oops, I guess I’m going to miss my violin lesson today…which probably means I won’t be able to go to the movies. Crap. Hm…I feel queasy. I haven’t felt queasy in a long time. How long has it been? I can’t remember. OOH, pretty spots!” Seriously. I go a little loony. I sprawled on the floor for ten minutes before I heard my parents get up and moving, and then ended up falling asleep on a heating pad in bed for a while (the best thing to come out of this). I should probably note that I have issues with doctors. Not with them as people, they’re normal people who I can hate or love like anyone else, but I take serious offence when they’re poking and manhandling me. Today was a manhandling day. I went in to my local GP since he does adjustments as a kind of specialty, so he worked on my back for about twenty minutes. Was that ever awkward. Two vertebrae were obedient, but I still have one that’s being mean to me. Back to the heating pad, I guess.
On a happier note, going to the doctors is how I know that I’ve lost three pounds while still eating half a pan of brownies, cupcakes, frosting, chocolate and white cheddar popcorn as staples of my diet. Yay! I also passed the 5’9 mark, even though I’ve been convinced for a year that my growing days were over.
I can now officially gush about Public Enemies: THAT WAS SO GOOD! Really, I loved it. I’m more enthusiastic than my brother is, and you’d generally think of it as more of a “guys” movie, but that’s just how I am. I could watch Pride and Prejudice back to back with Gladiator and have the time of my life. It was another film that had me ogling the costumes. I’d also like to say once more that Johnny Depp is amazing. Fantastic. Fabulous. Miraculously talented. *gush gush gush* My only complaint was that the style of filming changed twice in the film; it had a low-budget feel at both the night chase in the woods and directly after the death of Dillinger. However, I’m pretty sure it was intended—it just sort of bothered me. Again, you shouldn’t watch if you tend to be squeamish (it is a gangster sort of film, after all), but I highly recommend it.
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