Internal Mono(b)log

I seem to be odd… Smart-assed comments aside… I just returned from drinking a double-long-espresso and I’m falling asleep.

Caffeine just doesn’t seem to affect me the way it should. I think for me it’s psychological: coffee in the morning wakes me up, at night it puts me to sleep.

Probably a dose/tolerance thing, but strange none-the-less… I mean, how many people do you know that’ll fall asleep while in a cafe drinking their 3rd or 4th large coffee. 🙂

There is some strange connection for me between getting a new house and spending *way* to much time in a hospital.

When Kim and I moved into the place in Uxbridge we weren’t there a month before I was in hospital for a week getting my gallbladder removed in emergency surgery.

Similarily, but much less dramatic, I am now cooling my heels in St. Michael’s emergency after driving an old nail into the ball of my foot. _sheesh_ The tetanus shot is done and I’ve seen the doc, but now I’m waiting to get to xray to make sure there’s no foreign matter still in my foot. I then get to wait to see the doc again to get a scrip for some antibiotics.

One nice plus is that I can also get a scrip for a new epipen.

Someone needs to figure out how to speed this process up! One major factor that influenced my hesitance to come to emerge was that I knew I’d be here *way* to long. I was right… 4 hours and still going…

In the car today the DJs were talking about a recent NRA meeting where a well known musician celebrity got up there and said something along the lines of “I’m so radical that I want all criminals dead: rapists, murders, thieves… Just get a gun and shoot em all”.

Got me thinking… If I lived in the ‘States I’d likely be a gun owner. If someone broke into my house while I was there I’d empty the clip. When the officers responded I’d tell them that I panicked.

Their response would likely be a smile and something along the lines of “Nice grouping”.