well sort of.
Look! I come all the way to Sapporo, Japan, just to drink OJ from Sherman Oaks, CA everyday.
;)
small world, eh?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
What's a charlatan?
"Dr. Hoenikker used to say that any scientist who couldn't explain to an eight-year-old what he was doing was a charlatan."
"Then I'm dumber than an eight-year-old," Miss Pefko mourned. "I don't even know what a charlatan is."
came across this quote while reading Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle. really liked it.
Ryan -- don't i always praise you for the genius you are, precisely because you always know how to dumb down the most intricate crazy science into something that an 8 year old can comprehend (or someone with the mind similar to an 8 year old <---- me). =P this makes you even smarter than what you portray on the surface. =) and then...of course, as I was reading this...I was like..."what's a charlatan...?" oo...
guess I'm dumber than an 8 year old too.
haha, funny...and sad...all at once.
I've been mad studying for the GREs this past month -- taking the exam in 10 days. ah! I've only had a month to prepare. not the smartest of decisions...but...better than putting it off until forever, and never taking it.
at least charlatan is now one extra word in my new mental vocab list. =)
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Sorry I haven't updated in forever and then some.
Recent updates -- I went snowboarding for the first time 2 weeks ago. And then went snowboarding for the 2nd time a week after. LOVE it! But it can definitely get painful at the end of the day. The first time around I got wicked whiplash in my neck - from my throwing stiff body awkwardly to the ground every time I panicked at any sort of speed. I can say though, even from my point of view, my falling is hilarious.
The 2nd time around...I fell on my elbow awkwardly. And...it's still hurting. more now than a week ago -- so I'm getting a little worried. I might have to get it checked out. I'm sure it's just...sprained or something. obvviiiiiously not broken. But...still it hurts. But...I was raised that you never have to go to a doctor...things will just heal themselves....eventually -- so i think that's what I'm doing now. But this theory has definitely failed me a few times before and resulted in NEAR DEATH! ok, slight exaggeration....maybe. maaaybe. but anyway...yea.
well which brings me to my other update I suppose. I've FINALLY decided to see a doctor about my constant fatigue.
Went to see a great english speaking neurologist -- who, after explaining my numerous symptoms (like serious migraines, dizziness, feeling drunk, feeling like my eyes are wigging out and my head will explode, nausea...yea all that stuff...on a daily basis numerous times throughout the day)...he was like "ok janine. we're gonna figure out what this is. Don't worry. This isn't America. I know how American healthcare runs. It may take 6 months...will you be here 6 months from now? ... Great. We'll figure it out. Even if it takes a year. We'll start first with an MRI" Then he turns his back on me. and waves his hand in the air without looking at me.
I'm like...umm...
awkward pause.
another awkward pause.
umm...huh?
then he turns his head but sort of keeps his eyes on his paper, gives me this irritable look and waves again. "thaaaaank you. you can leave."
I'm thinking, when he says, we'll start first with an MRI...like uh....let's schedule an MRI in 2 weeks, or 2 months, whenever there's an available appointment. but you see, I'm still not used to this yet....Japan doesn't make appointments! You just come in whenever you want. never wait more than 10 minutes. you're in, you're out. you've got medication. you've paid $5 bucks. crazy!!! why in the world does America have to make something so simple and important and such a right to humans...SO freakin' tedious and difficult!!
So anyhow...the doctor gave me this BIG speech..and I was all excited and like "yea! whoo! yea! hoo-rah!! alright!!!!!!" and then he shoos me out.
And before I know it...the nurse is like, take off your clothes, MRI is this way. I'm like, huh?
now?
she goes...yes yes. come along.
So i change. I get an MRI, without waiting.
Then I'm directed back to the Dr's office...
and BOOM! BAM! Shi-ra! Here is your brain and all the veins inside your head.
wtf?? where am i??? i was JUST getting my head scanned in a large tube... and you ALREADY have ALL my results and are reading them to me now? You mean I don't have to come back ANOTHER month from now just to know my results? huuuuh whaaaaa~~~~~t??? <---- imagine me with a big astonished confused totally amused and amazed look on my face.
ok, cool.
so the doctor goes right into it:
these are your eyes...these are your lobes...this is that thing that makes you do that thing. you see this gray smudge...that thing controls this thing and there's nothing wrong with it. no tumor. (though my initial reaction was "boo" cuz then it would have just been so much easier. o gee, you have a tumor. excellent. let's slice up your brain, take it out, and all your worries are resolved and clear. finished. fin. easy beasy. but nope. no structural abnormalities here. so next off...functional abnormalities.)
he wants me to see 5 different specialists over the next few weeks. The first one...a sleep neurologist specialist dude.
but you wanna know what the ironic thing about this is? I'm too freakin' tired everyday after school, to go see the dr!
It's like a catch-22.
Now...I know what you're thinking...so what if you're tiiiiired, get it over with. lazy bum.
no no.
it's not just "o gee I'm tired." It's like...I'm walking down the street, looking like I'm drunk, my head feels like it's going to implode and then EXplode....i have no sense of my body and my eyes start tweaking out...I'm telling you. it's painful.
but it comes and goes.
hopefully I can get around to the sleep guy this week.
though, doesn't it make more sense I see an internal medicine dr first? check out my thyroid....blood sugar...
o wells. o wells. we'll do it the (awesome, funny) doctor's way.
=)
"Then I'm dumber than an eight-year-old," Miss Pefko mourned. "I don't even know what a charlatan is."
came across this quote while reading Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle. really liked it.
Ryan -- don't i always praise you for the genius you are, precisely because you always know how to dumb down the most intricate crazy science into something that an 8 year old can comprehend (or someone with the mind similar to an 8 year old <---- me). =P this makes you even smarter than what you portray on the surface. =) and then...of course, as I was reading this...I was like..."what's a charlatan...?" oo...
guess I'm dumber than an 8 year old too.
haha, funny...and sad...all at once.
I've been mad studying for the GREs this past month -- taking the exam in 10 days. ah! I've only had a month to prepare. not the smartest of decisions...but...better than putting it off until forever, and never taking it.
at least charlatan is now one extra word in my new mental vocab list. =)
========
Sorry I haven't updated in forever and then some.
Recent updates -- I went snowboarding for the first time 2 weeks ago. And then went snowboarding for the 2nd time a week after. LOVE it! But it can definitely get painful at the end of the day. The first time around I got wicked whiplash in my neck - from my throwing stiff body awkwardly to the ground every time I panicked at any sort of speed. I can say though, even from my point of view, my falling is hilarious.
The 2nd time around...I fell on my elbow awkwardly. And...it's still hurting. more now than a week ago -- so I'm getting a little worried. I might have to get it checked out. I'm sure it's just...sprained or something. obvviiiiiously not broken. But...still it hurts. But...I was raised that you never have to go to a doctor...things will just heal themselves....eventually -- so i think that's what I'm doing now. But this theory has definitely failed me a few times before and resulted in NEAR DEATH! ok, slight exaggeration....maybe. maaaybe. but anyway...yea.
well which brings me to my other update I suppose. I've FINALLY decided to see a doctor about my constant fatigue.
Went to see a great english speaking neurologist -- who, after explaining my numerous symptoms (like serious migraines, dizziness, feeling drunk, feeling like my eyes are wigging out and my head will explode, nausea...yea all that stuff...on a daily basis numerous times throughout the day)...he was like "ok janine. we're gonna figure out what this is. Don't worry. This isn't America. I know how American healthcare runs. It may take 6 months...will you be here 6 months from now? ... Great. We'll figure it out. Even if it takes a year. We'll start first with an MRI" Then he turns his back on me. and waves his hand in the air without looking at me.
I'm like...umm...
awkward pause.
another awkward pause.
umm...huh?
then he turns his head but sort of keeps his eyes on his paper, gives me this irritable look and waves again. "thaaaaank you. you can leave."
I'm thinking, when he says, we'll start first with an MRI...like uh....let's schedule an MRI in 2 weeks, or 2 months, whenever there's an available appointment. but you see, I'm still not used to this yet....Japan doesn't make appointments! You just come in whenever you want. never wait more than 10 minutes. you're in, you're out. you've got medication. you've paid $5 bucks. crazy!!! why in the world does America have to make something so simple and important and such a right to humans...SO freakin' tedious and difficult!!
So anyhow...the doctor gave me this BIG speech..and I was all excited and like "yea! whoo! yea! hoo-rah!! alright!!!!!!" and then he shoos me out.
And before I know it...the nurse is like, take off your clothes, MRI is this way. I'm like, huh?
now?
she goes...yes yes. come along.
So i change. I get an MRI, without waiting.
Then I'm directed back to the Dr's office...
and BOOM! BAM! Shi-ra! Here is your brain and all the veins inside your head.
wtf?? where am i??? i was JUST getting my head scanned in a large tube... and you ALREADY have ALL my results and are reading them to me now? You mean I don't have to come back ANOTHER month from now just to know my results? huuuuh whaaaaa~~~~~t??? <---- imagine me with a big astonished confused totally amused and amazed look on my face.
ok, cool.
so the doctor goes right into it:
these are your eyes...these are your lobes...this is that thing that makes you do that thing. you see this gray smudge...that thing controls this thing and there's nothing wrong with it. no tumor. (though my initial reaction was "boo" cuz then it would have just been so much easier. o gee, you have a tumor. excellent. let's slice up your brain, take it out, and all your worries are resolved and clear. finished. fin. easy beasy. but nope. no structural abnormalities here. so next off...functional abnormalities.)
he wants me to see 5 different specialists over the next few weeks. The first one...a sleep neurologist specialist dude.
but you wanna know what the ironic thing about this is? I'm too freakin' tired everyday after school, to go see the dr!
It's like a catch-22.
Now...I know what you're thinking...so what if you're tiiiiired, get it over with. lazy bum.
no no.
it's not just "o gee I'm tired." It's like...I'm walking down the street, looking like I'm drunk, my head feels like it's going to implode and then EXplode....i have no sense of my body and my eyes start tweaking out...I'm telling you. it's painful.
but it comes and goes.
hopefully I can get around to the sleep guy this week.
though, doesn't it make more sense I see an internal medicine dr first? check out my thyroid....blood sugar...
o wells. o wells. we'll do it the (awesome, funny) doctor's way.
=)
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