Having Blood Drawn!
“Aaaawwww, omg! Ouch! Oooh! Omg! dooo-nt! Omg!”
“Please stop all that noise, he said, you’re going to scare all the rest of my patients.”
I watched with squinting eyes as his steady hand with the needle approached the blue vein in my arm and…omg! Ouch! Oooh! Ouch! Wait; wait pleeease, just a minute… All this happened after he gave me a bright orange sickenly sweet liquid to consume and I had asked if I could have ice in it and he laughed at me. I then asked if I could have a gum to take the taste out of my mouth and again it was a no! I could only rinse with water but couldn't swallow any of it as that could mess with the purity of the test. All this was said and done on a fasting that started at midnight and it was now 9:30 in the morning!I had a hour to wait for the first needle. I was so not looking forward to it.
“Shhhh, you’ll make them think I’m hurting you.”
“That’s because you are! Hello! You’re sticking a needle in my arm!”
He said, “Ok, calm down and take a deep breath… just breathe, now form a fist and take another deep breath. I felt a pin prick. “Release the fist and breathe”. I felt it as he adjusted the vial below in his hand. I watched as the dark red liquid ran through tubes and I watched again as he changed vials four times!
“Did you feel that?”
“Yes I did!”
“Ok it’s over; see you at 10:30 sharp!”
This was a three hour blood test and this was just the first hour!!
I am such a wimp!!... Lata!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
July 11, 2009
T-Shirts Captions
I’ve always been fascinated by tee shirt captions because I think they express what an individual usually feels for that day (or hour maybe) when it was donned. Most importantly they are usually funny and I am cheered for that minute or hours after I read them. I stare unabashedly straight at their chest and read in silence and then burst out laughing and got dirty looks in the process because I think they sometimes forget that they have words written across their chest. Once I turn their attention to the words, I get a smile or outright laughter.
I decided to highlight a few I’ve seen so far that tickled my funny bone. I just love how clever and tongue-in-cheek they are. See for yourself.
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I taught your girlfriend that thing you love so much! (This was on the well muscled chest of a Latino guy)
Are you as think as I drunk am I? (This one is easy, had one or six drink too many)
Lord keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth. (Self- explanatory)
I know it all… I just can’t remember it all at once. (Memory impaired perhaps?)
High Maintenance (This one was a hoot because the woman wearing this looks to be in her seventies, head wrapped in bright floral scarf, skirt with huge floral prints and sneakers with socks…so far from the caption written across her chest.)
Orgasm Donor (Do you really need an explanation for this one? A very confident teenage boy was wearing it)
He loves me (Big letterings) I love him not! (Small letterings)
Sarcasm- just one of my many talents!
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Readers if you see any more tongue-in-cheek captions please send them to me at “bookworm5316@yahoo.com” please and thank you...Lata!
Just learned this morning July 20th, that one of my favourite author, Frank McCourt has passed away. I read his critically acclaimed novel "Angela's Ashes" for which he received a pulitizer prize and his other novel "Tis". He was a very talented writer.He will be missed.
R.I.P Mr. McCourt.
T-Shirts Captions
I’ve always been fascinated by tee shirt captions because I think they express what an individual usually feels for that day (or hour maybe) when it was donned. Most importantly they are usually funny and I am cheered for that minute or hours after I read them. I stare unabashedly straight at their chest and read in silence and then burst out laughing and got dirty looks in the process because I think they sometimes forget that they have words written across their chest. Once I turn their attention to the words, I get a smile or outright laughter.
I decided to highlight a few I’ve seen so far that tickled my funny bone. I just love how clever and tongue-in-cheek they are. See for yourself.
**********
I taught your girlfriend that thing you love so much! (This was on the well muscled chest of a Latino guy)
Are you as think as I drunk am I? (This one is easy, had one or six drink too many)
Lord keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth. (Self- explanatory)
I know it all… I just can’t remember it all at once. (Memory impaired perhaps?)
High Maintenance (This one was a hoot because the woman wearing this looks to be in her seventies, head wrapped in bright floral scarf, skirt with huge floral prints and sneakers with socks…so far from the caption written across her chest.)
Orgasm Donor (Do you really need an explanation for this one? A very confident teenage boy was wearing it)
He loves me (Big letterings) I love him not! (Small letterings)
Sarcasm- just one of my many talents!
**************
Readers if you see any more tongue-in-cheek captions please send them to me at “bookworm5316@yahoo.com” please and thank you...Lata!
Just learned this morning July 20th, that one of my favourite author, Frank McCourt has passed away. I read his critically acclaimed novel "Angela's Ashes" for which he received a pulitizer prize and his other novel "Tis". He was a very talented writer.He will be missed.
R.I.P Mr. McCourt.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
He did it! Yeah!
June 29, 2009
“No more pencils, no more books”
“No more teachers’ dirty looks”
It’s summer and school is out! Need I say more? My son has been out of school for two days now and I’m so very happy and proud of him I don’t know myself. He has advanced to fourth grade!! I’m tickled pink (yellow, orange you name it). He did it! My loving and amazing child has advanced to fourth grade for next semester!!
Towards the end of the semester he was having difficulties with his teacher who happens to be a wonderful, disciplined and fair teacher. He wasn’t getting along with her as he felt she was picking on him unfairly and she didn’t like him. I had to explain to him that if the teacher didn’t care about him she wouldn’t go through the trouble of correcting him or sending home notes with the intention of resolving the problem. I was getting notes from her in the meantime explaining what was going on and let’s just say it was just a messy situation. His father bellowed and scowled at him. I took over. I wasn’t trying to scare him into behaving. I wanted him to listen and understand, to know why it was important and not be scared or frightened into it.
I was frustrated, angry with his behavior and disappointed but… I loved him through it. I encouraged him through it and I talked to him constantly through it, explaining why he needed to be respectful of his teachers. Why he needed to be more attentive in class so that he could be successful in his future endeavors. I also got angry with him at times when I thought he should’ve understood but demonstrated otherwise… but as always I loved him through it and I prayed! Did I pray! I prayed for patience in dealing with him, I prayed for God to let him understand and I prayed some more because that’s what I know to do when all else failed.
It was his final day of the last semester in third grade and so I, like all the other parents out there was expecting report cards. I was hoping, praying and anxiously waiting (a bundle of nerves inside) but cool, calm and collected on the outside. I didn’t want to put all that pressure on him. When I came in from work that evening, my husband met me at the door and said “bad news sweetie, he has to repeat third grade.” I knew right away, he advanced! How? Because he didn’t even wait for me to put my bag down before all that came out and he didn’t look frustrated or disappointed enough. I asked where Mark was, he said, “I sent him to his room”. My heart sank, but I kept my cool.
I was a bit upset at him. “Why’d you send my child to his room, he needs to be comforted blah, blah, blah…”
I went to Mark’s room and he was in bed covered and smiling under the sheets. They had planned the whole thing and he was grinning from ear to ear! To make a long story short, he made it! He advanced to the next grade! He got four on the State’s math test and three on the English Language test (on both test four is the highest one can score) and for his regular subject scores he did well.
I gave him a high-five, big hug and told him how proud I was of him and how I knew he could do it. We hugged and rocked, grinning stupidly with me just loving him. Thank you God!
I took him to a neighborhood restaurant on the weekend and treated him to lunch, just us two, mother and son. It was wonderful. His dad who is equally proud of him took him to one of his favourite spot, “Chuckie’s Cheese where he had tons of fun. He came home quite exhausted.
He made it… Yeah!
Congratulations Mark, we love you!
June 29, 2009
“No more pencils, no more books”
“No more teachers’ dirty looks”
It’s summer and school is out! Need I say more? My son has been out of school for two days now and I’m so very happy and proud of him I don’t know myself. He has advanced to fourth grade!! I’m tickled pink (yellow, orange you name it). He did it! My loving and amazing child has advanced to fourth grade for next semester!!
Towards the end of the semester he was having difficulties with his teacher who happens to be a wonderful, disciplined and fair teacher. He wasn’t getting along with her as he felt she was picking on him unfairly and she didn’t like him. I had to explain to him that if the teacher didn’t care about him she wouldn’t go through the trouble of correcting him or sending home notes with the intention of resolving the problem. I was getting notes from her in the meantime explaining what was going on and let’s just say it was just a messy situation. His father bellowed and scowled at him. I took over. I wasn’t trying to scare him into behaving. I wanted him to listen and understand, to know why it was important and not be scared or frightened into it.
I was frustrated, angry with his behavior and disappointed but… I loved him through it. I encouraged him through it and I talked to him constantly through it, explaining why he needed to be respectful of his teachers. Why he needed to be more attentive in class so that he could be successful in his future endeavors. I also got angry with him at times when I thought he should’ve understood but demonstrated otherwise… but as always I loved him through it and I prayed! Did I pray! I prayed for patience in dealing with him, I prayed for God to let him understand and I prayed some more because that’s what I know to do when all else failed.
It was his final day of the last semester in third grade and so I, like all the other parents out there was expecting report cards. I was hoping, praying and anxiously waiting (a bundle of nerves inside) but cool, calm and collected on the outside. I didn’t want to put all that pressure on him. When I came in from work that evening, my husband met me at the door and said “bad news sweetie, he has to repeat third grade.” I knew right away, he advanced! How? Because he didn’t even wait for me to put my bag down before all that came out and he didn’t look frustrated or disappointed enough. I asked where Mark was, he said, “I sent him to his room”. My heart sank, but I kept my cool.
I was a bit upset at him. “Why’d you send my child to his room, he needs to be comforted blah, blah, blah…”
I went to Mark’s room and he was in bed covered and smiling under the sheets. They had planned the whole thing and he was grinning from ear to ear! To make a long story short, he made it! He advanced to the next grade! He got four on the State’s math test and three on the English Language test (on both test four is the highest one can score) and for his regular subject scores he did well.
I gave him a high-five, big hug and told him how proud I was of him and how I knew he could do it. We hugged and rocked, grinning stupidly with me just loving him. Thank you God!
I took him to a neighborhood restaurant on the weekend and treated him to lunch, just us two, mother and son. It was wonderful. His dad who is equally proud of him took him to one of his favourite spot, “Chuckie’s Cheese where he had tons of fun. He came home quite exhausted.
He made it… Yeah!
Congratulations Mark, we love you!
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