I had a vastly entertaining conversation today about why males appear to be dominant in society. Unfortunately, this discussion occurred in a car, so the topic degenerated in to... eating disorders and damsels in distress and how capitalism seems to be ruining everything. But first, a quote I recently received in an email. (Let's not dwell on the fact that I'm a subscriber to Runner's World's weekly emails...)You don't need a reason - you need a road. Believe in the run.
Now I want to go running, but I'm still sick. (now, possibly, with an intestinal parasite). The aforestated quote is mostly included so that I'll remember it. On with my rant!
My hypochondria was finally sated today after a visit to the doctor for various diagnostic procedures that took 2 hours. (Alright, most of that time was spent attempting to... manufacture... a urine sample.) My favorite part, aside from asking the nurse what the measurements she was talking meant (blood pressure, ect.), peeing perfectly in a cup (all of those UA's finally came in handy), and talking about my myriad of symptoms for a good 20 minutes, was the explanation of exactly how to procure a stool sample. Succinctly, it involves a very miniature spork, a tongue depressor, and a basin. As morning approaches I'm feeling decidedly more and more grateful for flush toilets and a healthy avoidance of all fecal matter. (though evidently something went wrong in that department...)
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