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outdatedclocks has pointed out that my lower-back/hip problems, and my leg problems, are probably all related to the issues I have with my feet (lack of arches?). I've been making do with CVS-brand arch support pads, but they're not really enough, and I'd like to be able to do some cardio and upper-body stuff again, which I can't really now since my back hurts alllll the time. I'd been putting off talking to my doctor about it because of my terrible experiences with my last one...even though this one's shown no indication she's suddenly going to go all 'you're lying, you must be sneaking nachos in the middle of the night, fatty' on me. In fact, she'll probably be happy to help me out, since she wants me exercising before I go on T since I have a genetic disposition towards hypertension (dad's been hospitalized for it).

BTW, for those curious about the whole doctor saga, since I've posted it around a few places but not actually here at my main journal I think (since I just realized last night ocelotofdoom had never read the whole thing)...I submitted the whole thing to First, Do No Harm (excellent blog BTW) so you can read it here (it's so long I don't see a need to copy+paste it here P:)

Speaking of ocelotofdoom, we might be hanging out this weekend :D or rather, probably are. I am still working out the logistics, I think I'll stay on campus this weekend and take the train into the city. It would mean missing a therapy appointment, but I've skipped weeks in the past (or rather, therapist has cancelled on me) so I know it won't do any damage emotionally or to my comfort level with him.

Okay I really should go to class 6 u 9;;


ETA TAG PARTY

One of the great mysteries of my life has finally been unravelled for me!

Apparently, my sense of humor is rather British for an American. That is to say, dry wit and deadpan, blatant lies (fictions? I am not sure how to describe them).

This explains two of the greatest mysteries of my grade school years: why nobody ever seemed to even understand I was making jokes (I got a lot of blank stares and confused looks...and have discovered that no matter how odd it is, if you say something without a hyuck-hyuck tone to it, people around here will think you are being serious), and why a lot of people thought I was stuck up. I have since given up on trying to be witty around most people, and restrict my humor to funny anecdotes, which are generally much better received P:

Amanda has recommended that my jokes would come across better if I smiled while making them. I might try that.

To be honest, I should have figured this out sooner, since I did have a long-time friend who both apparently thought I looked down on her, and also confessed she could never figure out when I was joking or not. She was pretty surprised when I informed her that actually most of what I say is intended to be a joke, or at least not very serious. I don't take myself or life all that seriously, in general, or at least no more seriously than we warrant.


Oh, and for some context, I figured this out when I tried to get Amanda to watch QI with me, which is apparently too British for her to understand. I was utterly confused because my sense of humor is generally very similar to Stephen Fry's (although obviously I cannot hope to be as funny, sexy or intelligent as he is). She had apparently not realized I wasn't being British on purpose. Um, I think the point I was getting to here is that QI is hilarious and Stephen Fry is one of my favorite people.



...Okay, how, exactly, does this infomercial figure that access to message boards about exercise is a '$150 value'?! Yeah, I'm sure I can't find anything like that for cheaper than $150...