After four months in exile, I am finally back at school! I can't express how wonderful it is to be back in this beautiful place, with the lovely buildings and the gorgeous mountains and so much culture all around and opportunities galore and so many amazing, amazing people. Oh, my word, the people. I think my plans of becoming a hermit are pretty much shot. Going through another summer in Laundria really drove it home how much I need friends and conversation and human contact -- something I'll have to keep in mind while I prepare for my year as a student missionary.
... which, curiously enough, is looking dubious. My health problems are still not resolved. I've been on medication for two years now and I'm getting very tired of juggling food choices, comfortable sleeping positions, and my med sched. Not fun, and I know it's going to be even harder out in the mission field, which adds to my stress. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), I've just been referred to doctor #4, who happens to practise at a major hospital about four hours away. It's a little intimidating being referred to this hospital because most of the people I know who have gone there were there because they were "extreme cases". Is that what I am now? An extreme case? That would make sense, I suppose, given my gastrin level (13-100 is normal; mine was 840), but I don't want to be an extreme case! I just want to be able to sleep lying down and not worry about eating onions or garlic and ride in a car without feeling nauseated and travel wherever I want without worrying about whether or not I'll be able to handle it. If God calls me to Chad or Malaysia or Lebanon, I want to be able to go without a qualm, dang it!
So I'll be going in on November 12 for some tests, missing World Music and Music Theory in the process, but hopefully they'll be able to locate a growth and come up with a plan for getting it out within, say, a month, and then I will go merrily on my way to lands unknown, eating spicy food all the way and sleeping on my RIGHT side if I jolly well want to.
That's the plan, anyhow. I'll keep you updated. Your prayers would be much appreciated.
L'chaim, and peace, love, and granola,
~Cello Girl
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06 October 2009
01 March 2009
Three months later ...
Well, folks, I've got good news and bad news.
Good news: My readership has doubled. (1 x 2 = 2)
Bad news: I don't have a whole lot to say.
Good news: The passive periphrastic (a fascinating Latin construction) isn't giving me too much trouble.
Bad news: That was my one piece of interesting news.
Good news: I thought of something else.
Bad news: Shoot ... what was it?
...
Good news: Okay okay, I remembered. This weekend has been amazing. We had another "Three Cups of Tea" meeting on Friday night, complete with homemade Pakistani food (chapattis, basmati rice, dal, fruit soup, yoghurt sauce, and chopped vegetables) and cinnamon rolls (I must confess that I ate two before it was time to leave for Vespers). Then the orchestra played for church on Sabbath morning, and, as my stand partner would say, I think we faked it better than usual. (Plus, we swapped bows.) Then I was invited to her almost-grandma's house for lunch, where we ate casserole, did a puzzle, walked around the neighbourhood, saw the new puppy, and left in time for supper and Young Artists' Night. (One of the featured pieces was "Arm, Arm, Ye Brave," an aria from Handel's Judas Maccabeus. It's a peaceful little song, with just one baritone and one pianist. I was especially struck by the irony of such a peaceful medium describing such a horrific situation.) Today I'll be heading to a senior piano recital and the next Malawi Project fundraiser (contra dancing, chili & cheesecake cook-off, and silent auction). I planned on donating something for the silent auction, but the date snuck up on me, so here I am, donation-less but for the $6 in hosting money that I put in the collection jar last night. Oh yes, and I'll also be studying. I only have one paper due this week (!!!!), and that collection project for Honours College Writing I looks like it's going to be a lot of fun.
Anyhow, I'd best let you get back to your studying or room-cleaning or staple-shooting or whatever you're doing, but happy Sunday and merry pre-Dead Week!
L'chaim,
~`Cello Girl
Good news: My readership has doubled. (1 x 2 = 2)
Bad news: I don't have a whole lot to say.
Good news: The passive periphrastic (a fascinating Latin construction) isn't giving me too much trouble.
Bad news: That was my one piece of interesting news.
Good news: I thought of something else.
Bad news: Shoot ... what was it?
...
Good news: Okay okay, I remembered. This weekend has been amazing. We had another "Three Cups of Tea" meeting on Friday night, complete with homemade Pakistani food (chapattis, basmati rice, dal, fruit soup, yoghurt sauce, and chopped vegetables) and cinnamon rolls (I must confess that I ate two before it was time to leave for Vespers). Then the orchestra played for church on Sabbath morning, and, as my stand partner would say, I think we faked it better than usual. (Plus, we swapped bows.) Then I was invited to her almost-grandma's house for lunch, where we ate casserole, did a puzzle, walked around the neighbourhood, saw the new puppy, and left in time for supper and Young Artists' Night. (One of the featured pieces was "Arm, Arm, Ye Brave," an aria from Handel's Judas Maccabeus. It's a peaceful little song, with just one baritone and one pianist. I was especially struck by the irony of such a peaceful medium describing such a horrific situation.) Today I'll be heading to a senior piano recital and the next Malawi Project fundraiser (contra dancing, chili & cheesecake cook-off, and silent auction). I planned on donating something for the silent auction, but the date snuck up on me, so here I am, donation-less but for the $6 in hosting money that I put in the collection jar last night. Oh yes, and I'll also be studying. I only have one paper due this week (!!!!), and that collection project for Honours College Writing I looks like it's going to be a lot of fun.
Anyhow, I'd best let you get back to your studying or room-cleaning or staple-shooting or whatever you're doing, but happy Sunday and merry pre-Dead Week!
L'chaim,
~`Cello Girl
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