Thursday, December 1, 2005

   Gastrointestinal Distress
...would be a great name for a band.


Learned something new today! Apparently, when one gets the flu and it gets bad enough, one's liver can become inflamed. According to my doctor, this produces an "irrepressible nauseau reflex." Or something like that, I wasn't particulary paying attention. I was more interested in not throwing up on said doctor.

So, he gives me a shot of anti-nauseant... And, you know, I'm a twig to begin with, and after three straight days of sleeping on the bathroom floor, I'm getting a little twiggier... So you know it's got to be a shot in the butt. That's the only part of me with enough meat to stick a needle in and not hit bone.

Then there's a trainee nurse there, and he's explaining to her how to give a shot painlessly. And I'm thinking, "Shot? Hmmm... I wonder if anyone's ever tried mixing rehydration salts with beer?"

But, you know, the liver thing. Best not to, I figure.

Anyway, it was all very informative. If nothing else, I've learned that my trousers have gotten so loose that I don't have to take them off to get a shot in the butt. Curse my incredible shrinking body!

Oh, and I also learned that a shot of gravol makes me high. Sweet Mother o' Mercy, am I ever high. Hmmm... maybe it's the codiene, too. Or the dehydration?

So, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Maybe even a little too fine.



Which brings me to another point.

(This is going to be a random, rambling post because, as I have already stated, I am definitly high.)

My mother is a larger lady. My brother is a larger guy. This is fine, they're healthy, I don't even think about it until I go shopping with my Mum.

There is a certain chain of clothing shops for larger women, several chains really, that we go to when Mum needs new clothes. I've got a good eye for color and shape, so Mum likes me to come along. Whenever I go in to one of these shops, however, I get the Look.

It's very uncomfortable, to be surrounded by women who are all staring at me as I pick clothes off the rack and check pricetags. The salespeople won't help me. They just glare, as if they are mentally inflating me to epic proportions.

I know it's probably just my perceptions, and I don't hold it against them. There's a lot of predjudice against people based on the way they look. But therin lies the problem: They're doing to me what they hate other people doing to them. I want to stare back and say, 'Hey! I'm only skinny because I'm sick! Even if you're self-concious about your body image, at least you don't have to show your naked ass to medical students who will take pictures and observe you without even a hint of finding your attractive.'

I think that's the part that gets me. There's got to be a tonne of young, attractive men looking at pictures of me naked and having No Reaction at All. How completely irritating.

Tsk,tsk.

Man, I must be off my rocker... I'm complaining about people not staring at me.

Beer and re-hydration salts? Good thing I won't be concious much longer. This kind of thinking can only lead to home improvements and carpentry...


Oooo! Look! A kitten!

Wheeee!

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