Numbers, numbers, why so many numbers?

5 1/2 months until 'contact' and sport.
3ish (89 days) months until I figure out whether or not I need the right shoulder done too.
2-3 months until running.
30 days until the sling comes off; that's less than a month! YES! And, Jasper sevens (April 27th)
29 days until my final exam for this year.
16 days until the end of classes.
15 days until the International night/TSS. (can't wait!)
1 week until biking.
4 days until AdoptAnAthlete is paid off.

Yayaaaaaa, so much to do...

Odds and ends;

-Newest campaign; playmate for Kah!
-I love psych research schtuff. It's fun. :)
-Who would've thought you could play tug-o-war with a cat?
-Waiting for Grey's!

When we are doing what we love, we don't care about time. For at least at that moment, time doesn't exist and we are truly free.
[Wieder Marcia]

Minor update...

Ack. Instead of training, I'm turning to school... What's wrong with me?!? I had an assingment done early. EARLY! I mean seriously people, this is me we're talking about. I don't do early. Ever. It's just not... normal.

Oh my. I picked up my new Tevas today. LOVE!

And got dear Mother to "modify" this sling; if I absolutely have to wear it, why not make it comfortable? And unique? I'm seriously tempted to put a Finding Nemo patch on.



Anywhoosits, there is now a pocket in the inside of my ultra-fashionable black sling.
I mean come on, black does go with everything; even bright orange tees.




The try-triathlon (where those beautious staff tees are from) went off fairly well, easy peasy really. Fun fun.
Although it wasn't so fun to be one-armed. Feeling useless is so not something I enjoy. Bah.

Stop the mindless wishing that things would be different. Rather than wasting time and emotional and spiritual energy in explaining why we don't have what we want, we can start to pursue other ways to get it.
[Greg Anderson]

Snogopogo

On a beautiful winter day about a week and a half ago, I had a hankering to create another snow creature. Last year was Snofrog, and as I had so much fun with him, I decided to go with another somewhat reptilian choice...

The snow was perfect, the sun was out, and I just really wanted to do something that'd take my mind off my impending doom (forced inactivity for six weeks really IS doom for me...). So, as the plans for Snogopogo had been percolating in my mind for a while now, I decided to seize the day!

<-------My plan. :D

So, after approximately 5 hours of hot'n'not-so-heavy work, Snogopogo was done, all coloured up and everything... :D Good times, yup yup.

Unfortunately, the colour only stayed on Snogopogo for about three hours... It was so warm out that as soon as the colour got sprayed on, it'd just soak in and run in accordance with dear ol' gravity... And although it doesn't look all that big, it was actually about five and a half feet.

Gosh, I'm probably known as the crazy Uni student who plays in the snowbank. *sigh*

Ah well. It's fun!

"The creative person wants to be a know -it -all. He wants to know about all kinds of things: ancient history, nineteenth-century mathematics, current manufacturing techniques, flower arranging, and hog futures. Because he never knows when these ideas might come together to form a new idea. It may happen six minutes later or six months, or six years down the road. But he has faith that it will happen."[Carl Ally]

Post-surgery

Mother trucker... This reheheheheaally hurts.
Probably cause I can only have one painkiller every 6 hours. And, as it HAS to be taken with foodm waking up in the middle of the night is rather bothersome.

Ohkies, so here's the story. Went in at 7am to the Grey Nun's, dear place that it is, and waited for an hour-ish. Just after the morning prayer (it's interesting how...familiar? and maybe even comforting that prayer was, as I heard one every morning at the old high school), got taken down to the pre-op room, waited, stressing, in that ultra-slick snowflake covered hospital gown. Doc came in, anesthesiologist talked, long and short of it was I ended up terrified in the operating room about ten minutes later.
And yup, the nurses could tell I was terrified. So they gave me something real nice and calming. Haha.

And then they put me to sleep "this is just oxygen, it'll help you breathe...".
Liars. I was out like a light. But it's kinda cool having your body fall asleep a split second before your mind does.

But waking up in the recovery room realizing you had a breathing tube shoved down your throat isn't exactly a walk in the park.
Or waking up in a tres fashionable sling. It'll be the newest fashion, I swear it!
Or getting painkillers shot into your arse.
Or having to sponge bathe for 5 days cause you can't get your dressing wet.

*sigh* Such is the price I pay for a new shoulder. ;)
S'all good though. 42 days of sling-age left. And some pretty cool scars. :)

"Pain is just weakness leaving the body."

[Thomas Gibbs?]

EDIT:

Ok. I'm an idiot. I thought that the pills I was taking were painkillers AND anti-inflams. Turns out they were only anti-inflams. I survived 24hours without painkillers after surgery. I KNEW there was something not right about the "painkillers".

I really am an idiot. *sigh*

Terror

Ack.
So, surgery tomorrow. Don't know the exact time yet, as I've gotta call the surgeon's office at 11 to find that out.

Won't be at school til probably Tuesday or Wednesday.

Not looking forward to this.

"It always looks darkest just before it gets totally black."
[Charlie Brown]

Le Miracle

Ok, so Doc worked pretty darn quickly. Went in on Tuesday, met the guy, got checked out for maybe a halfie, and then he says "So, how about March 16th for surgery?".

My jaw dropped. So did my stomach. A heck of a lot further than my jaw though.
Barely managed the "can I think about it?". Of course I was going to take it, I just to ABSORB this new, exciting and terrifying information.

Arg.

Ok, so I have a week and a day with which to use two arms. Oh joy. Then a sling for six weeks, then probably about six months of rehab. Trying to make it back for rugby next year, but not really sure of the likelihood as of yet. We'll see.

Kinda cool surgery, they're going in with a scope, so I'll have three little dime shaped scars... Uhm.. Yup, that's pretty much all I want to get into with that right now.

And hey? This is a GOOD THING. I really, really can't deal with people saying "oh wow... That sucks". I KNOW it sucks, believe me, you don't have to belabour that point.

Cheerfulness, sir, is the principle ingredient in the composition of health.
[Arthur Murphy]

The Producers

Ok. So I may have gone alone to the Jub to watch this show, but trust me, it was SO WORTH IT.


Roger De Bris: This crazy Kraut is crackers! He crashed in here and crassly tried to kill us! Carmen Ghia: Oh, Roger, what alliteration!
Roger De Bris: Thank you, darling.

What with the antics of Carmen (dear, dear skinny-black-panted-boy that acted him), Ulla (the Swedish receptionist/actress) and the gun-toting, fascist worshipping Franz, I actually couldn't stop laughing.

Leo Bloom: I'm very sorry I caught you feeling up the old lady.
Max Bialystock: "Feeling up the old lady." Thank you Mr. Tact.

Especially when the song "Keep it Gay" started.

Carmen Ghia: If your intention was to shoot an arrow through my heart... Bull's-eye!

Hahaha. Great fun. I love Broadway.

If you ever wanted to be really random/get back into my good books, get me the musical version of the DVD. Seriously, I loved it enough that I might even consider getting the DVD, even though I'm sure it won't measure up to the Broadway version.

"I do Broadway because I refuse to succumb to the stereotypical things that Hollywood does to a performer." [Jamie Farr]

Rascal Flatts

I know I should technically be studying, but I desperately needed a break.
So, Rascal Flatts it is!

And WOW. Just wow. Loved it. Every little thing ('cept for when "What Hurts The Most" just haaaaaad to be played. That's definitely not a song I enjoy listening to. Baaaah) was grand.

Hmmm. Don't really know what to say... Kinda a "had to be there" type of dealio, I guess. Which sucks, 'cause I wish I could describe it better...

When "My Wish" came on, Gary LeVox pulled this little girl up from the crowd, walked her around stage while singing. Way to tug at the ol' heartstring, buddy-o.
They even outfitted the kid with earplugs.
Honestly, rather touching.

The base player was hilarious. Can't remember his name offhand though.

:)

And oh wow... The glowsticks they gave to so many people looked really, really cool when all the lights went out. When people started throwing them (hahaha, woud've sucked to be on the floor, dodging neon lights) after the show was over, it looked like...well, lots of flying glowsticks.
Think Space Mountain, but more variations on the colour scheme. :P

"Applause that comes thundering with such force you might think the audience merely suffers the music as an excuse for its ovations."
[Greil Marcus 1945-, American Rock Journalist]