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Monday, November 23rd, 2009
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8:05 pm - Lungs and noses
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So eh I have been busy with work and sleeping. I sleep so late I keep being too late for getting my meds for being so tired. I am in a downward spiral, omg!
Work is fun though, and more about what I studied and not some mindless dumb job. Which served its purpose, but yeah, I was getting braindead.
Last week was intense. Aside from all the birthdays, my dad ended up in the hospital. He fell with mountainbiking on Sunday and thought he just hurt some ribs, on Monday DevilChild walked over his stomach and chest, and made the pain worse. So on Wednesday (we always wait to long before we go to the doctor) he decided to go to the doctor and it turned out his lung had collapsed and he had to be admitted to the hospital.
On that same day, one of the major phone companies had some huge problem, which meant my mom's and my mobiles didn't work, so I only found out at 23:00, when my mom sent some fast email. But everything went well and he only had to spend a couple of days in the hospital and he was home Friday evening. He's still very emotional about it and it was weird for him to be a patient and all that jazz.
And of course he made pictures of all the tubes in and on his body to compete with me, and I raced him around the hospital in a wheelchair, so it wasn't all dark and scary. Well it was, but you know... Also, apparently he stopped drinking 6 months ago because he felt powerless about me having Crohn's disease.
In other news, DevilChild can walk, and he recognizes me and calls me Data or Tata, and he likes to make noise with me.
And in other other news. As you may or may not know, I have a different nose than my family. Especially the men on my dad's side have these long narrow old fashioned noses, and I have a bit of a wide nose. I now know where it's from, my maternal grandfather's mom. My grandfather and his siblings also have her nose, but they look different than mine, but mine also look like hers. So I finally know where my nose comes from. This is important, because noses are a big thing for me.
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| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
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3:24 am - Looking back
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So when looking back at entries from years ago, I realize that before Crohn, when I was still working at Studio 80, my stories were so much more interesting. Or at least, I had stuff to tell.
AND NOW I AM BORING
omg, when did that happen? I need to get out more. At the same time, I can't and also, all my party buddies have sort of disappeared. Vrrt and Lily got boring with me, I don't talk to Ikbenbin that much anymore. A is busy and is broke (and he doesn't have a phone or anything) and Pornoscar is in Spain.
What to do kids? I will ponder about this, and I wanted to make a comment that I'd might feel better when I get my iron supplements, but that makes me sound old.
It's not that I really want to relive those days, but I should be doing more than just sitting at home or at my parents all day, jeez!
OMG and I found this again
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| Sunday, November 15th, 2009
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2:57 am - gay milk and other stories
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I really should get Vrrt's tv soon. Although I don't really miss a tv, I am missing a lot of good movies. Especially like now, with all these movies about East Germany and all. I saw Das Leben der Anderen today and omg, what a good movie
But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I read an article about some twenty something girl, who made art for school about a coming-out first aid kit. After she had seen Milk she realised how important the previous generation has fought for gay rights. I had those sentiments after seeing that movie, or at least they made them stronger, so I get what she means, but at the same time... being gay here was and is less difficult than in the US, and while Harvey Milk may be an important figure in American queer history, and the world's, the situation here is so different. I watched Milk with my mom a while ago, and she remembered events, and especially Anita Bryant, and she was all "oh yeah, I remember that happening, and we all hated Anita Bryant". And my mom was a teacher in a small town, not a major city or whatever.
What I'm trying to say is that it seems we want to make that history part of ours, when it really isn't. Well, in a general sense perhaps, but not specifically. And it's weird to look for heroes when you have none. It's good because apparently heroes are not needed because it's going so well here, but it is weird. Especially when you do get called names or being spat at.
And on a completely unrelated note, why do other countries translate names of movies (especially when they're not in English) into their own language, and we don't?
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