(Rockstar is not an actual TG)

At least reading TGs comes in handy sometimes. My mum has recently started taking thyroxine. I was revising hypothyroidism today and came across words to the effect of “subsequent testing for thyroxine levels should take place 3 months and 6 months after commencement of therapy, and then once per year”. So I came home and asked mum whether she has a follow-up appointment. She said yes.

And this is how pharmacists make all the difference.

Nostalgic Things

Was talking to S and A about the ball and other things and all these uni memories came up. Here’s my top five list, in no particular order despite the fact that they’re numbered.

1. Second year, when J and I broke up with our boyfriends within the same week and subsequently developed simultaneous crushes on two guys from another group in our year and we gave them code names after amino acids. J’s guy was Met for methionine and my guy was Cys for cysteine. I think at some point I was doodling the chemical structure of cysteine on my lecture notes. S eventually deciphered our code-talk because we’d never shut up about the amino acid boys and the disguise became transparent after awhile.
2. First year, when T asked for my number so he can ask me “questions about uni” during a chemistry lecture and I said no. T copped a lot of shit for it later on. You might say that he’s no different today.
3. First/second years, when I had gross orange hair and nobody ever said anything. Then one day I went dark brown and everyone told me I looked so so SO much better and I thought it was compliment until I realised what it implied about their opinions on the orange.
4. First year, when everyone called J and me lesbians because we always hung out together and according to them we were sitting in an empty classroom during break with no windows and the lights were completely off. But I’m 90% sure that’s a lie.
5. Second year, when we were forced to stay up until morning during STUVAC cramming for PSPC and Medchem and whatever else we’ve forgotten since then. At one point there were like twelve of us in my study sitting in a circle on the floor with paper everywhere while M taught us how to do calculations. And then C called while I was downstairs so B picked up and said “Hi Jezzybear” and C wasn’t happy.

Gastrolyte more like gastroshit :(

When I raided the fridge today to make noodles I found some mushrooms that looked a bit questionable. I inspected them closely for fungal growths but then thought “fungus growing on fungus? Not likely!” and chucked them into the pot anyway.

So I’m not sure whether it was that or one of the other THREE ingredients I had in there but something made me really sick. Thank God I only had a little bit, otherwise the rest of my day would have been spent handicapped.

When C picked me up later I was so hungry but scared that eating will make me sick again, so we had V and Magnum (Big Chocolate Bikkie ftw, btw) and I was fine. Then C’s parents made a massive dinner because guests were over and it was supposed to be a celebratory dinner for C finishing his exams but somehow that intention was lost but whatever. Anyway, I ate dinner with them. We sat at the table for a couple of hours and I was fine. We took a nap afterwards and I was fine. When C walked me to the station because he drank and couldn’t drive me home, I was fine.

Then when I was two minutes from my house I was sick. I guess I can only tolerate ice-cream, which I guess is totally cool. Mum made me drink Gastrolyte, which smelled yummy but in fact tasted atrocious. It was like drinking saline. I might as well have sculled my contact lens solution. Yuk.

Faux Fatty

This is a guy who went to the same high school as me, C and J. He was in the grade above and since year 7 we thought looked a lot like C. They were both fat then, and despite the fact that C had gone all skinny on us while Faux Fatty is still a tad chubbeh, there’s still a bit of resemblance.

I don’t recommend any of Faux Fatty’s video blogs. They’re not funny and he should consider another hobby.

Different

I like how you eat my onions and I eat your pickles/cheese/tofu/cream/cake/basil.