Can You Hear Me Now?

I’ve stretched 3 days in a row. Woo hoo! It’s damn hard, though. I don’t remember it being so hard to arrange my right foot and leg. My right knee keeps buckling. Argh. Patience, patience, it will improve…

I went outside my January budget (which is okay because I went $10 under with my cell phone, which will do me until February now) a tad the other day by donating $10 US to NetXperiment. Allison is using the power of the internet to raise $1,000,000 for MS research. I don’t normally give money to causes that raise money for research, because I don’t believe these organizations have any interest in actually curing anything, but just finding drugs to mask symptoms, and we all know my opinion on that. However, I like Allison’s project and her approach, and her attitude. She also has an allergy to pity wallowers. Plus, it is in Australia, and they are allowing stem cell research there, among other things I like about that part of the world. $10 isn’t much, but every little bit helps. (I read an article yesterday about the current US Administration and how they are manipulating scientific research and it just made me hate Bush even more, so I will gladly support the goings on in other parts of the world where the administration is hopefully less corrupt). (Yes, I realize I don’t live in the US, but sometimes we are too close for comfort).

The phone rang yesterday when I was in the shower. It was that woman I helped ages ago, with getting a letter off to the College of Physicians and Surgeons to report her neurologist. Anyway, her message was: “I’m trying to get a hold of the nurse that comes out to visit me, you know, where they supply the chairs and everything? Like the bath tub stuff? And I can’t get the legs on my chair and I can’t walk to do it…” Whoooo boy. That was weird. I called her back because I assumed she was talking about Home Care, and that number is easy enough to find. That’s the most I could do for her! Anyway, when we talked she said she found the number and had a call in. She said she can’t walk anymore (she could with a cane when I met her) and has been evicted from her house, and everything is someone else’s fault (seriously, the reason she is being evicted is because her neighbours say she annoys them constantly because, according to her, she has asked them for help twice; they rented out a room in the house to a young kid who calls her names and treats her like shit; when she calls the police about the threats her neighbours make to her, they show up and tell her she is crazy, and “maybe we should take you away”, and the whole world is out to get her. I’m starting to wonder if anything she said about her neuro back then was true). Anyway, she is full of the sob stories and I’m going to have to be careful because it looks like I’m on her “sympathetic people to call who will listen and help me” list. She was hinting at needing help to find a new house to rent, “I can’t even see to read the paper…” but all I could do was wish her luck. I do sympathize with the pain she is in and her deteriorating health, no doubt, but I can’t do much for her. I’ve got my own to contend with! She is moving in with two other people anyway, why can’t they look?

Further to my earlier post about Islam and Muslims, there is a new TV series in Canada that starts on Tuesday that looks hilarious… Little Mosque on the Prairie. Only in Canada would they make this show! I can’t wait to watch it.

I received a phone call the other night from a telephone solicitor on behalf of some marketing research firm that wanted to talk to me about my shopping habits. “Often”. Heh Actually, I said “no thanks” and hung up. But it reminded me of when I was a teenager, and I had my own phone/separate phone line in my bedroom. My friends and I really enjoyed making prank phone calls… sometimes I would call a number and tell them I was doing a survey for a marketing research firm, and would they be willing to answer a few questions? Then I’d get them to reveal what kind of milk, eggs, yogurt, bread, etc. was in their kitchen. Fear ME and my badass prank phone calls. (Damn call display has ruined it for everyone!)

Today’s agenda: TIDY MY FREAKIN’ OFFICE.

I still have pictures from my old cameras to use up, so bear with me as I switch back and forth. Maybe you will even be able to tell the difference!