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Because I can't bear to eulogize Doug - 2008-08-19
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1:53 p.m. - 2004-07-10
Mama loves mambo. Woke up this morning feeling…not terrible. Not great, but not the total roadkill I’ve felt like since ever. It was really nice! I will neverneverneverneverNEVER take good health for granted again. You have my watch and warrant on that. Not terrible. Heh. Reminds me of the smattering of Mandarin I know. Seems there’s no specific word for ‘bad’. If you mean bad you say, “Boo how.” Not good. If it really sucks you say, “Han boo how.” Very not good. (All spellings are phonetic. I speak a tiny bit of Mandarin, but I sure as heck can’t write it.) A friend of mine worked for a Chinese computer import company and he taught me most of it. The rest I picked up from restaurants and Jackie Chan movies. I have a quick ear for language. This is abetted by my compulsive need to talk to people. If I want to talk at all times it helps to have some basic pleasantries in as many languages as possible. This way I’m never left out of the loop no matter where I am. Cuss words and insults are good too. Handy for when the pleasantries aren’t working or when stuck in traffic. Cathartic to shake my fist and call someone a bonehead in Lithuanian. The only language I can’t grasp at all is French. Dumb really, what with Quebec only being a couple hundred miles north. We get lots of Canadian tourists through here and I’ll be dipped if I can understand a single word they say. Spanish, Italian, even Latin, no prob. But French? Nothing. This irks me. Amslan is fun because it is full of visual puns. I also enjoy sign language because it’s both expansive and concise. You speak with your whole self, facial expression, shoulder shrugs, arm movements, everything is involved, not just fingers. Yet it’s concise because so many of the qualifiers and little words (the, a, etc) are dispensed with. Whole concepts are stated in a single word. I like that. It’s neat. Anyhow, up at the top I mentioned the mambo. I felt well enough to mambo while I made Wolf’s breakfast this morning! Dancing at the stove. Is that cool or what? True, I only lasted as long as it took to cook Wolf’s eggs. It’s just wonderful to me that I wanted to dance. Gives me hope. I’m almost finished with the prednisone too and that helps a lot. I do not understand how people feel all strong and energetic on steroids. They make me feel like crap. It’s the main reason I stopped with MS treatments, I felt steamrolled by the steroids. Besides, if I want to bulk up I’ll do it the old fashioned way with cheesecake and onion rings. Might as well get some fun out of the poundage. Oh yeah! I think my cheap-o IKEA scale might not be all that accurate. At the doc’s on Thursday my weight came in 4 pounds less than what my scale at home says. If I am to go by the doc’s scale I’ve lost 58lbs so far. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Time to nap now. I’m all worn out from dancing. Heh. ~LA
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