a check-up story



It was time… to go to the doctors, Geneal and I. We were prepared for everything, and we weren’t worried. Then we got there, and the nurse handed us some paper stuff and asked “You girls don’t mind getting undressed in the same room, do you?” Hahahaha…
WHAT?!
I don’t mind, except the whole getting undressed thing. That’s just creepy and for three year olds. NOT fourteen and twelve!! But what can ya do? So we sat there for a while looking like this:
… minus the cheesy grin. Then the doctor came in, and we got poked and prodded and bent down once or twice. Then I found out I get to be tested for a growth hormone deficiency! Because I’m shorter than average, you know, and if I’m not deficient they can still give me stuff to make me grow taller. But do I want to be taller? Nope. I’m lovin’ things from down here!!
After that we got to be shot at. Just kidding, folks. But we did get shots for tetanus and meningitis and tuberculosis. I never realized until then how much I dislike needles. They are pokey and I do not like the length of them. I mean, going into your skin? No gracias! And to top that off, tetanus shots hurt your arm! And I bruise.
-DQ#1

a check-up story



It was time… to go to the doctors, Geneal and I. We were prepared for everything, and we weren’t worried. Then we got there, and the nurse handed us some paper stuff and asked “You girls don’t mind getting undressed in the same room, do you?” Hahahaha…
WHAT?!
I don’t mind, except the whole getting undressed thing. That’s just creepy and for three year olds. NOT fourteen and twelve!! But what can ya do? So we sat there for a while looking like this:
… minus the cheesy grin. Then the doctor came in, and we got poked and prodded and bent down once or twice. Then I found out I get to be tested for a growth hormone deficiency! Because I’m shorter than average, you know, and if I’m not deficient they can still give me stuff to make me grow taller. But do I want to be taller? Nope. I’m lovin’ things from down here!!
After that we got to be shot at. Just kidding, folks. But we did get shots for tetanus and meningitis and tuberculosis. I never realized until then how much I dislike needles. They are pokey and I do not like the length of them. I mean, going into your skin? No gracias! And to top that off, tetanus shots hurt your arm! And I bruise.
-DQ#1

a check-up story



It was time… to go to the doctors, Geneal and I. We were prepared for everything, and we weren’t worried. Then we got there, and the nurse handed us some paper stuff and asked “You girls don’t mind getting undressed in the same room, do you?” Hahahaha…
WHAT?!
I don’t mind, except the whole getting undressed thing. That’s just creepy and for three year olds. NOT fourteen and twelve!! But what can ya do? So we sat there for a while looking like this:
… minus the cheesy grin. Then the doctor came in, and we got poked and prodded and bent down once or twice. Then I found out I get to be tested for a growth hormone deficiency! Because I’m shorter than average, you know, and if I’m not deficient they can still give me stuff to make me grow taller. But do I want to be taller? Nope. I’m lovin’ things from down here!!
After that we got to be shot at. Just kidding, folks. But we did get shots for tetanus and meningitis and tuberculosis. I never realized until then how much I dislike needles. They are pokey and I do not like the length of them. I mean, going into your skin? No gracias! And to top that off, tetanus shots hurt your arm! And I bruise.
-DQ#1

classical music


I love almost every kind of music, with the exception of heavy metal and songs where people scream profanities at you. Wait- I said music, so I guess that excludes those types altogether! Getting off track, sorry.
Until recently I wasn’t a huge fan of classical music. I like the kind of music that gets your pulse going, or makes you deliriously happy, etc. Classical music never quite fit the bill, but then I became patient enough to sit through one song and that changed my perspective. Don’t ask me which, I don’t remember, but instead of getting my pulse going, it relaxed it deliciously, and made me… pleased and content, rather than simply happy. So now I have an entire album of it on Penelope (my iPod), and I love it. This is the kind of music that begs to be played just loud enough that it fills your senses and takes you to a different little world within your imagination.
I think one of my favorites is Yo-Yo Ma. I have his album and I adore it. Libertango, Butterfly’s Day Out, and Gabriel’s Oboe are just a few of my personal faves.
I swear I would marry that man’s cello. 🙂
Just kidding! That would be weird.
DQ#1

classical music


I love almost every kind of music, with the exception of heavy metal and songs where people scream profanities at you. Wait- I said music, so I guess that excludes those types altogether! Getting off track, sorry.
Until recently I wasn’t a huge fan of classical music. I like the kind of music that gets your pulse going, or makes you deliriously happy, etc. Classical music never quite fit the bill, but then I became patient enough to sit through one song and that changed my perspective. Don’t ask me which, I don’t remember, but instead of getting my pulse going, it relaxed it deliciously, and made me… pleased and content, rather than simply happy. So now I have an entire album of it on Penelope (my iPod), and I love it. This is the kind of music that begs to be played just loud enough that it fills your senses and takes you to a different little world within your imagination.
I think one of my favorites is Yo-Yo Ma. I have his album and I adore it. Libertango, Butterfly’s Day Out, and Gabriel’s Oboe are just a few of my personal faves.
I swear I would marry that man’s cello. 🙂
Just kidding! That would be weird.
DQ#1

classical music


I love almost every kind of music, with the exception of heavy metal and songs where people scream profanities at you. Wait- I said music, so I guess that excludes those types altogether! Getting off track, sorry.
Until recently I wasn’t a huge fan of classical music. I like the kind of music that gets your pulse going, or makes you deliriously happy, etc. Classical music never quite fit the bill, but then I became patient enough to sit through one song and that changed my perspective. Don’t ask me which, I don’t remember, but instead of getting my pulse going, it relaxed it deliciously, and made me… pleased and content, rather than simply happy. So now I have an entire album of it on Penelope (my iPod), and I love it. This is the kind of music that begs to be played just loud enough that it fills your senses and takes you to a different little world within your imagination.
I think one of my favorites is Yo-Yo Ma. I have his album and I adore it. Libertango, Butterfly’s Day Out, and Gabriel’s Oboe are just a few of my personal faves.
I swear I would marry that man’s cello. 🙂
Just kidding! That would be weird.
DQ#1

be great

So in drama yesterday we were talking about a project we are doing, which is memorizing a Shakespearean monologue and performing it. after we recited our lines, our teacher got up and went over what he’d noticed and ways we could fix our performance. and then he talked to us about being great. it sounds a little odd, but it was one of the most inspirational things i’d heard all that day. It was about being afraid to be great in performing, and how you can’t fear it- you just have to make that leap of faith and do it, because you are great. I love talks like that, because it inspires me to be better, and to not be afraid of being great.

-DQ#1

be great

So in drama yesterday we were talking about a project we are doing, which is memorizing a Shakespearean monologue and performing it. after we recited our lines, our teacher got up and went over what he’d noticed and ways we could fix our performance. and then he talked to us about being great. it sounds a little odd, but it was one of the most inspirational things i’d heard all that day. It was about being afraid to be great in performing, and how you can’t fear it- you just have to make that leap of faith and do it, because you are great. I love talks like that, because it inspires me to be better, and to not be afraid of being great.

-DQ#1

be great

So in drama yesterday we were talking about a project we are doing, which is memorizing a Shakespearean monologue and performing it. after we recited our lines, our teacher got up and went over what he’d noticed and ways we could fix our performance. and then he talked to us about being great. it sounds a little odd, but it was one of the most inspirational things i’d heard all that day. It was about being afraid to be great in performing, and how you can’t fear it- you just have to make that leap of faith and do it, because you are great. I love talks like that, because it inspires me to be better, and to not be afraid of being great.

-DQ#1

reasons not to share

I’m a reasonable person, and I get that sharing is a good thing. But not always, especially when your overall health and well-being is on the line.
On Tuesday I brought a water bottle to school with me, clever little angel that I am. My friend though… didn’t. So all through class she was whining and whining about how terribly thirsty she was, and finally I gave up and shoved the stupid liquid at her face, expecting her to waterfall, which is something civilized people do. Not in this case. Nope, my bottle got cooties. Gross, right? Well, I didn’t see the cootifying of my water because I was busy being an obedient and well-behaved student, and therefore drank from it, too.

Turns out she was getting sick, unbeknownst (sp?) to her.

But I noticed, when in the middle of the night I woke up in excruciating pain. So I staggered over to the teatree bottle to disinfect my throat and kill the offending germs. Instantly, I felt relief. But I didn’t get there soon enough to kill everything, because I could still very much feel it the next morning. This was war… and in this battle only I could win. I decided to vanquish these demons once and for all! So I gulped down four pills full of goodness (vitamin C/ echinacea), took some On Guard, and waltzed off to school with more water and teatree. I kicked that colds butt, if I do say so myself. But the battlefield was still left damaged. My throat’s delicate balance had been shifted, and I lost my singing voice temporarily. Which kind of stinks when you:

A. Have choir
B. Have a major part in a musical which requires singing
C. ALL OF THE ABOVE.
So here’s to hoping I get better!!
-DQ#1