Pourquoi?

A wise friend once said..."we live in a state of confusion...it's a guy thing...we tend to think on a level plane (point a -point b - point c) and when we have to think laterally it has the same effect as dropping a toaster in a bathtub..."

Well said my friend, what would i know, when it comes to reading the minds of the opposite gender, i am about as clueless as us gals come!

Crazy heart

Three weeks ago...

One afternoon i was taking a leisurely stroll and happily discovering the quaint and tres cher shops in my neighborhood (including a William and Sonoma, ok that's not quaint but i was happy to find it!) when i started feeling pretty winded. This lasted the whole next day so i reluctantly called my medical provider for an appointment. As i explained my symptoms on the phone they asked me to call an ambulance promptly ...to which i said, excuse me, but why on earth? All i wanted was a general assurance that i was good to go on my upcoming 10 day vacation avec mon petit ami, :-D, er, not a visit to a blasted hospital! My ticket was all booked, calendar cleared, clothes packed, ok, maybe not the last one, lol who am i kidding...but you get the idea!

Anywho, to cut the story shorter, i spent the next one and a half day in the hospital despite my wish, where i was poked and probed, kept up all night by multiple people checking on vitals at every hours, lost 15 tiny bottles of blood (well, it matters to me! i am very partcular about my blood!) and was handed the conclusion that i have a rather naughty heart that was sending out all kind of crazy signals on the EKG and stress test. "Oh well", said i, "when can i go home, i have a flight to catch". This statement of mine upset mini me very much (on top of the positive results of the tests) and the doc and her conspired to keep me until they exhausted all tests. So i missed my flight, pretty much starved the whole next day, went in many scanning machines and out, but finally proved my heart clear of imminent danger.

The next day i got on a plane.

Mmm...the next week was beautiful...

I can describe, but i would rather smile...and hum a tune...

...i know it's whimsical on my part
but this is how i feel sometimes
as if you were created just for me
my darling love...

So what if my heart is beating odd, i have beaten odds before...

:-p

That reminds me, guess which professor was awarded a full year of sabbatical leave (in a dry year like this at that!)? C'est moi! hehe, soon i will be taking off to mr. jones' city and then... France...

And then, oh i dunno...

:-)

Wish me luck.