If Bishops can move diagonally, in what direction can Cardinals move?
So I’m finally not anemic (yay!), but apparently I have pretty bad hypotension and a low volume of blood plasma (hypovolemia). That explains the lightheadedness I feel every time I stand up, haha. Fun times.
BUT I’m half an inch taller than I previously was, so that’s pretty freaking awesome. I need every fraction of an inch I can get.
Today’s song: Something Good can Work by Two Door Cinema Club
I need to be more careful
One of the problems with not having a sense of smell is not being able to tell when perishable things go bad. If it’s not moldy or showing some other visible sign of expiration, I can’t tell, especially with dairy products.
This was proven today when I poured a glass of milk that was very disgustingly chunky. Turns out its “use by” date was May 9th. I used it last night (before it decided to go chunky) and it tasted just fine to me. And the feta I put on my pasta? Yeah, that expired back in April.
Someone needs to go to the store tomorrow.
And yeah, I know, I know, check the expiry labels. I’m a slacker, what do you want?
Also, more hilarity from 5 Second Films, ‘cause I didn’t catch all the freaking hilarious ones the first time:
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/robodog
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/wranglin
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/twilight_interview_with_the_new_moon_blood_vampires_assistant_saga_diaries
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/the_fire_island_players_present_5_second_films_ed_wood_2007 (because of the last one, holy crap)
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/booyakasha
Today’s song: Your Love is My Drug by Ke$ha (I don’t care how trashy she is, this song is pretty great)
“I don’t know where I am, but it’s got good resolution”
Alternate title: “Me + Flight Sims = Bad” (damn you, GoogleEarth! Now I know I can’t fly an F16 from campus to my house without crashing at least 4 times).
Anyway.
I don’t know if I was searching for migraine info or if I found this via StumbleUpon, but this describes and shows pretty much exactly what happens when I have a migraine, which I thought was pretty awesome considering it’s hard to describe being able to see a bunch of flashing colors while simultaneously not being able to really see much of anything. My migraines usually start out with my thumbs tingling, then all my fingers pretty much go numb, then the visual crap starts. Then the death headache that lasts for about a day if I’m lucky enough to take Imitrex early enough in the process, but longer if I don’t. Luckily, I only get about one migraine per year, sometimes two, but with each one I’ve noticed a progressive increase in the loss of vision beforehand, so who knows what that means. Brains are weird.
Also, yay for the early nineties…
Today’s song: Peace (Herves Warehouse Frequencies Remix) by Depeche Mode
Who Would Jesus Punch?
Haha, man, I should not have gone to classes today. The only reason I went, actually, is because we had stats homework due. Which (of course) was my last class. And the homework (of course) was pushed back to be due on Wednesday, since a bunch of people apparently frantically emailed him in the morning, saying that they couldn’t get the fourth problem.
Oh, and apparently I decided to get up sometime last night and pull about 30 Kleenexes out of the box, ‘cause they were strewn all over my room this morning.
Fever sleeps are great.
I HAVE A 103 DEGREE FEVER
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
There’s ore in da core!
I FEEL LIKE CRAP, I HATE THESE PILLS.
My eyes hurt and I feel like I’m in some weird psycheadelic dream. And as fun as that sounds, it really actually sucks.
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Can you hear me now? CAN YOU?!?!?
Because I’m bored and I wanted to see.
Low frequencies are a lot harder for me to hear than high ones; my range is about 100 – 18,000.
Wonder what that’s all about.
PAIN
FUCKING OW.
I know nobody wants to hear this, but cramps freaking blow, especially on the third day of classes.
Peh.
Crazy Meds
And “you will literally eat sugar straight out of the bag to satisfy your cravings for sweets and carbohydrates” is the complete truth about Remeron. Ah, 8th grade…
Anosmia! Anosmia! Anosmia!
Ever since the stinky apartment incident, I’ve been thinking more about anosmia. Did you know that it’s considered a disability? And did you also know that there’s a positive correlation between olfactory deficits and schizophrenia (sources at bottom)?
I’ve often wondered what it’s like to smell. I recall the first time I realized that there was something different about my sense. It was back in first grade. Our teacher had all these numbered paper bags, each containing something with a distinctive odor (chocolate, an orange slice, cinnamon, etc.). Our activity was to go around with a little list of smells, smell the bags without opening them, and match the number of the bag with the smell. I remember everyone else having no problems with this; they’d stick their noses up to the bags, inhale, and say “oh, that’s chocolate” (or whatever the smell was), and write it down. I was trying to copy them—I stuck my nose up to the bags and tried to smell, but all the bags “smelled” the same to me. I thought I was doing it wrong somehow.
Haha, I don’t know why I remember that day so clearly, but I do.
Anyway. Just a random memory that I felt like divulging ‘cause it’s been on my mind lately. And also because I have nothing else to blog about tonight.
Here are the anosmia/schizophrenia sources:
Brewer, W. J., Wood, S. J., McGorry, P. D., Francey, S. M., Phillips, L. J., Yung, A. R., et al. (2003). Impairment of olfactory identification ability in individuals at ultra-high risk for psychosis who later develop schizophrenia. The American Journal of Psychiatry, 160, 1790-1794.
Corcoran, C., Whitaker, A., Coleman, E., Fried, J., Feldman, J., Goudsmit, N., et al. (2005). Olfactory deficits, cognition and negative symptoms in early onset psychosis. Schizophrenia Research, 80(2-3), 283-293
Good, K. P., Whitehorn, D., Rui, Q., Milliken, H., & Kopala, L. C. (2006). Olfactory identification deficits in first-episode psychosis may predict patients at risk for persistent negative and disorganized or cognitive symptoms. The American Journal of Psychiatry, 136, 932-933.
Kamath, V., & Betwell, J. S. (in press). Olfactory identification performance in individuals with psychometrically-defined schizotypy. Schizophrenia Research.
Moberg, P. J., Doty, R. L., Turetsky, B. I., Arnold, S. E., Mahr, R. N., Gur, R. C., et al. (1997). Olfactory identification deficits in schizophrenia: correlation with duration of illness. The American Journal of Psychiatry, 154(7), 1016-1018.
My voice remains elusive
Well, we’re back. It’s midnight as I’m typing this and I’m tired, despite sleeping basically the whole bus ride there and the whole bus ride back.
I’d like to apologize to my bus-mates; I wish I’d been more animated and entertaining on the bus, but because I so rarely get sick that when I do get sick it really throws me. But what you saw was about as sick as I get, so I guess that’s a good thing. And apologies if I gave it to anyone else (especially Maggie, cause I think I gave it to you).
Sad.
But it was fun, especially Thursday night, holy crap.
Aloha from the tropical heat wave of a 102 degree fever!
I don’t know what’s up with me today. I have a 102 degree fever that came out of nowhere with no other symptoms of anything.
I’m rather loopy.
So what did I do? I worked on Matt’s flash.
Which—I know, I know—appears to have fallen through the cracks of craziness, but it’s still in production. Don’t worry. And it’s even stranger now, thanks to these extra six degrees.
The Third Baseman in the Whole Wheat
Try this one out for size.
I could just barely hear 22,000 Hz, which is sad considering that I used to have super sensitive hearing (my body’s compensation for lack of olfaction, perhaps?).
I used to have to wear earplugs in band. I was made fun of a lot. It was sad.
But I digress…
Madam, I’m a Madman!
Oh dear.
A conversation I had today with a soap vendor at the Ren Fair. Don’t know whether to laugh or cry (but I’m laughing as I’m typing this). Not verbatim, obviously, but pretty close, if I recall correctly:
Soap Vendor Guy: Smell this candle.
Me: No thanks, I can’t.
Guy: Can’t what?
Me: Smell.
Guy: Really?
Me: Yeah. I have anosmia.
Guy: What’s that?
Me: Um, it means I can’t smell.
Guy: You can’t smell anything?
Me: Nope.
Guy: Can you taste?
Me: Most things, yeah.
Guy: Well, how do you know?
Me: I’m sorry?
Guy: How do you know you can taste?
Me: Because I can…taste things…?
Guy: What does bread taste like?
Me: Bread, I guess…
Guy: Try smelling this one over here.
Me: (inhaling) Nope, nothing.
Guy: Seriously?
Me: Yeah.
Guy: Wow. So you really can’t smell?
Me: Nope.
Guy: Hmm.
Me: Yeah.
Guy: Here, try smelling THIS one.
I should have just faked it; I’ve been doing that a lot lately. A big deal? Nah. It’s funny sometimes, especially when I get conversations like this one going.
Oh, and here’s some enlightening material for y’all in case you’re interested:
http://www.anosmiafoundation.org/intro.shtml
http://www.anosmiafoundation.org/disability.shtml
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anosmia
Too sick to samba
Ugh…I feel like crap today. There’s basically not much more than this to say. My eyes hurt. Well, technically, I guess it’s my eyelids that hurt. My head hurts. I’m really shaky. I’m seeing spots. Blah.
Do me like a crossword puzzle!
“Ah! My dear Watson! I do believe I’ve solved the riddle of my constant coldness! If you examine the evidence closely (and by “examining the evidence” I mean observing the result I obtained by taking my temperature every 30 minutes over the course of one day) you will see that my internal body temperature never rises above 97.8 degrees! Furthermore, Watson—you sexy beast, you—I have found that this internal temperature dropped below the hypothermia threshold (approximately 96.8 degrees) on twelve separate occasions!
“Now I know what you’re saying, Watson (you man-beef you, I want you in my bed chamber later): ‘Sir, your argument holds little water. I know, as you do, that body temperature varies from person to person. Your body’s average temperature may in fact be a significant amount lower than your peers, therefore rendering this ‘normal’ hypothermia threshold marking irrelevant. However, I do say that this lower temperature has no effect on your sexual urges.’
“Indeed,” I would say in response, “you are correct regarding my sexual urges. However, you fail to provide an adequate argument regarding your other points. I fail to recognize the idea that my body temperature would naturally be low enough to consider such a low temperature of, in one case, 94.7, as ‘normal’ and ‘healthy.’
He: “But sir, you are, as I recall, anemic.”
Me: “No longer! I have conquered the beast that is anemia months ago and it has remained conquered!”
He: “Ah! I see your brilliance now! May I recline now upon your floor and bid you to do what you wish of me!”
Me: “Oh-ho! I see you want more of what you got last night!”
Etc., etc.
So yeah. I’m a freaking hypothermic little weirdo.
Eh…
So lemme give this quick little thingy for all those who read this (like three of you) who read these blog entries and who don’t already know the story (maybe one of you): I’ve been on Zoloft since 5th grade. I was off it for only a short time two summers ago (note: summer; no stress).
Yesterday I was thinking to myself, “why the hell do I need medication to go through life? I DO NOT need medication to go through life.”
So I quit. I’m not going to take them anymore. Screw it. Goodbye, dependency.
Okay, that’s about it.
Put your pants back on. It’s MY turn, now!
So I’m a supertaster, apparently.
I have more tastebuds on my tongue than normal people, and therefore have a more intense response to bitter things (this is very true in my case, and this explains why I dislike like coffee, olives, and soy crap (I hate soy crap).
But I wonder…does this explain why I can taste “normally” with my lack of sense of smell? Do they kinda cancel each other out in some twisted way?
I dunno. Screw it. I dunno.
I hate soy crap.
