I hate needles.
Had to go to the hospital for a "Pre Assessment". If I'd known it would involve vampires and Frankenstein, I might have skipped.
So I spent my morning having holes poked into my arms and hands (If you want blood… I'm gonna make you work for it.), being measured, weighed (*faints*) and pressure tested (I'm not a tire! Stop pumping already!), before they attached a load of wires to me, allegedly to "test the heart".
Riiiiiiiight.

Seriously though. If any vampire came to bite me, he'd starve to death. Apparently I don't have any blood. Either that, or my body realizes a needle is here, teases with a nice vein… and then goes "Gotcha! You fell for it, didn't ya!" and hides the nice fat vein.
I wish it didn't do that.
The inevitable result is that I get turned into a sieve.
I had one particular instance, where I ended up with 17 holes in my arm.
Not my idea of "Fun".
And I'm overweight. Gah.
Gotta do something about that. Not like I didn't know, but well… I'd rather not think about it.
Looks like I have to. Oh Joy.
But at least one good thing might come out of this visit today.
The very nice nurse I saw took a look at my scars and went "There really is no reason you should have to put up with those. I know a very good plastic surgeon. Would you like me to give him a call?"
Would I ever!
So I might have an appointment with him to get my belly scars fixed. That would rock.

Tags: Me, Me myself and I

I catch myself reading my own blog.
I think everyone should do that occasionally. Read their own entries, I mean. Not mine. Although, feel free to read mine, of course!
Anyway, I’ve moved blogs about three times in the past, but now I’ve settled. (I think!) I like the title, because it’s nice and generic. I like the layout, and I like being able to post to it when I feel like it. No matter what I blog, at the time it has meaning to me. Maybe not to anyone else, but it does for me.
Originally I figured I’ll keep it down to writing, and nothing but. Then things started to creep in. As they do.
(Yes, I still love my pen!)
I don’t post much about me, personally. I’m a bit paranoid about that. Okay. I’m a lot paranoid about that.
Besides, I’m really not that interesting. In fact, I think I’m a pretty boring person. I work, I go home, I write. Or render. (You’ve been to my gallery, right? No? Why the hell not! It’s linked on the side!)
And when I don’t render or write – I play MMORPG’s (Massively Multiplayer Online Roleplaying Games). Yeah, more than one. I used to play Everquest and deep down I’m still terribly attached to my characters there. I also used to play Horizons, but it doesn’t work too well on Vista… so I’m going to let the subscription lapse I think. *mourns her dragon* And I started to play some World of Warcraft. When it was first released I hated it. Then they released an expansion and now I love my Bloodelves. What can I say… it’s a case of never say never.

That’s about enough you get to know about me for now.
Well. Maybe one more thing: I eat apples completely. Pips, core and all. If you give me an apple, the only thing left when I’m done will be the stalk.
Yeah.
I told you.
I’m weird.

Tags: Me myself and I