Old Wive’s Tales that do the Trick

*sigh* again I’m not going to be writing about what I really want to, but instead an interesting event that occurred last night and led me to wonder…

Well for one thing, lets just say, leave it to me to, during our half term break, contract pneumonia 😦 While everyone else has been off skiing, guess who’s had to stay home 😦 For the first few days, it thought it was just a cold and that I would stay home so it didn’t get worse. But when my coughing kept everyone up during the night, my mom took me to the doctor who confirmed that I had walking pneumonia (meaning its pneumonia, but so far not bad enough to keep me bed ridden- and with me, very little is)Β  and… here I am… Back at home, coughing my lungs out, listening to the gurgling hum of the humidifier and feeling generally like… feces. (oh what a nice word! -.-)

Just to note: Mocha, my pooch is feeling much better, going for car rides and barking at the door bell, though she refuses to go up that flight of stairs now and I’ve been sleeping on the couch to keep her company… and because the stairs aren’t such a fun place to be for someone with a cough and lack of oxygen…

Anyways.Β  Last night, to ward off another sleepless night for the whole family, my mother came into the family room, to my makeshift bed, and before throwing another two comforters on me, uncovered my feet and surprised me by rubbing vicks onto the soles. She said she’d read it somewhere, that it helps with the cough… but I had never heard of such. To me it seemed foolish… but half an hour later the frequency of my coughing had been much reduced. My chest seemed lighter, and I was able to take the, much welcomed, deeper breaths without succumbing to a mindless coughing heap.

And so I slept, for the first time in a few nights. Propped up on pillows (the coughing is worse lying down), vick’s on my feet and with bout 10000 layers of blankets.

Unfortunately, whether from over heating in the blankets, or from the pneumonia, I was restless, and developed a fever. I also couldn’t get used to sleeping sitting up right and kept on tossing and turning…

I don’t get it. Any health website or medical professional will tell you to get at least 10 hours sleep with pneumonia. BUT ITS IMPOSSIBLE! There’s always something that keeps you from sleeping soundly.

 

Ok. So I got rid of the coughing- somewhat. But still no slakening of the chest pains, sore throat, stuffed nose, congested head and nausea… ugh I feel like I’m complaining too much (and I am) but I really do feel horrid… If you’ve ever had pneumonia, you’ll know. Plus the fact that there’s so much to do, and school starts again on Monday, and I can’t miss any what with the exams at the end of this year coming up soon… PLUS we have a dance spectacular to put on in a few weeks and I’m not missing that! (or any of the practices for that matter!)

Anyone else know any tricks to ameliorate those?

 

Oh well I really should get to work…

 

Next time, it will be either book reviews or more doggy stories.Β  Cheerios!

Urgency

Ok I know I havent posted for a while, but this is kinda urgent, and I have exucses…believe me loads of them!
For one thing, excuse me if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, because for somereason I can not see what I am typing……..

Now to the important stuff. As many of you know, I have two dogs, a 9 year old, blind and diabetic(we recently found out and I’ve been wanting to post about life with him… but Ill explain why I havent at a later date) cotton de tulier(male), and a 3 year old border collie mix(female). The Collie is normally very dominant, and sometimes the two of them get into fights, or can be jealous if one has a toy/treat/attention that the other doesn’t. thats not the problem today though.

I was working in my room today and didn’t feel good about having my boy walking around at the top of the stairs, and so I put him on my bed where he was sitting beside me. The Collie was walking around, as she is quite independant and often goes to find toys. As far as I can gather she was at the top of the stairs, possibly heading down, when it happened.

I had just sat down when I heard her screaming. I ran to check on her, and found her pacing away from our small landing. Her tail was down and her ears were down and she came up to me… Wouldn’t sit, or let me take her paws to see what was wrong, as my first thought was that she had stept on something sharp. I didn’t see any blood though and next thought there could have been a stranger in the house as she is quite frightened by strangers. A quick look down the stairs showed the house was empty except for me and the dogs, and during that time she had crawled under the bed still whimpering though more quietly. My senior had started to bark at her so I had to put him in another room.

I couldn’t coax her out of the bed. She was very upset. Shes normally very vocal at the slightest sound, but when the door bell rang she didn’t bark or come out and shes normally the first at the door. Eventually she came out, going first to the bathroom where she stayed for half an hour, then went down the stairs, very slowly and sat under a table for another half hour. Now she is only taking a few steps at a time and goes from one carpet and table to another… SHe fiinally let me pick her up.

her ears and tail have not perked. she is having trouble walking, putting little pressure on either of her right legs, especially the hind one which trembles and shakes when she lyies down. she keeps fidgetting, she refuses to eat. I handed her first a treat, then food then chicken even with no result only manadging to get her to eat a piece of cheese. What shoudl I do? What could be wrong? SHe hasn’t been outside for a few hours and normally wants to be outside constantly when someone is home but i havent been able to get her outside, to the food or water dish either, and I can’t leave them by her.

I should note that after she went under the bed I went to inspect the landing to see if there was any glass. All i found was a spot of red that had some of her hairs in it. It wasn’t blood though, and was sticky like gum… Im wondering if it could have come from one of our shoes and if she maybe steped on it and got her fur stuck… Would that have put her in so much pain as to yowl for five minutes? would it have caused her to loose some control of her leg if it pulled a nerve? could it be related to her nerves? I’mm really frightened as shes too young and healthy for a stroke or anything else i can link her symptoms to. And she was fine just moments before she started yelling. Please help!

I am normally quite good at figuring out what is wrong, but I havenet been able to… shes not bleeding and Im freaking out. She tries to stand up, pushing off of her back legs to stand, but then just flops onto the floor again… I know most of my readers, however few there were, have probably given up on me now after I haven’t written anything in so long, but i really need the help. And i do plan on writing again now that wordpress has accepted my password for what it is.. (ill explain another time). But please, anyone that sees this, that has any ideas that knows ANYTHING about dogs… please help! I’m desperate!

German Expressionism

Welcome back to school and ordinary life everyone. How are we all holding up? I sincerly hope you are all doing better than me. This Monday was so horible I had to come home and paint my nails chrome to make myself feel better… Im not a nail polish person, much, so this should tell you how bad it was.

Seriously, from waiting for the bus for half an hour, to lugging all my stuff around school… why do even the light books seem heavy after the dog days of summer???

Anyways, I think it’s just that I’ve got a really bad monday schedual… come to think about it I don’t htink I’ve got one good day. I mean who want’s to start off the week with a two periods of Chemistry and then another two periods of Geography (which would be fine if we didnt have the teacher we have… snooze FEST! except you can’t snooze cause he’s HYPERACTIVE!!!) then I have double Art… which could be ok except for two things:

1. The Harpies

2. The Expressionists

Ok so the harpies are a group of girls I have in my class, some of whom read this blog, though its no secret that I call them this and my teacher has actually agreed and started as well… Seee… if you know ancient greek mythologyu and know them, then it makes sense. Because they are so loud and screachy and then shit all over your food.

Ok so maybe thats a bit harsh… let me explain… So there’s this group of girls, who I have no hard feelings against, and can get along with each of them individually very well… but one of them alone is able to reach the decibell capacity of my ears, so I dread having them all together. Ok so four teenage girls. Sociallites, which we all know I’m not, who love to spend their time TITTERING away. Seriously, they even admit it, when I say they screach, they SCREACH!Β  So I’m in a bad enough mood by the time the first bell rings with a head ache and ringing ears, and then one of them or the other comes over and leans over my shoulder for half an hour before screaching “OMG i LOVE IT!!!” seriously, without fail, those words. Or else, it might be ‘OMG THATS AWESOME! ITS LIKE SO AWESOME!” which, sure thanks for the praise and all, get on my nerves. Or as my favourite Greek saying going “Kanei tsourekia ta nevra mou!” (braids my nerves). Not only is it the lack of elloquence or the invariability of the “compliments” or if its the high pitched tone of the voice or the colloquial manerism in which it is said… I dont know which but all to gether they make me feel as if its not such a compliment. It certainly doesn’t feel sincere, though I don’t know if it is, so who am I to say? That’s the shitting on you food when your starving bit. Because whether you think what you’re working on is utter crap (which for me it is alot of the time) or if you think its actually pretty good for once (which it can sometimes be) it just makes me feel more crappy about the work. Either that they’re taking the mickey out of me by sayin that something that is crap is good as though I don’t know the difference, or by saying that something is “good” (air quotes= not so good… crap) when I actually think it’s half decent for once and not fully worthy of the garbadge can… 😦

Maybe worst of all though is how horrible they seem to know me, after all these years… I mean they KNOW I’m clausterphobic, and I make a point of telling them that and how that’s why I don’t want them to lean over me… Instead all they do is take a step back, which in a way makes it even worse, knowing that their there but not RIGHT there… you know when not knowing is worse than knowing… and second of all… they KNOW that I HATE Compliments because they all seem insincere to me. oK not all… I can tell some real ones, but they still make me feel really self conscious… so all in all I end up feeling like they are attacking me… making me feel bad about myself…Β  which wouldn’t be entirely possible seeing as there are only about 8 girls in the class and two boys and the boys are both quiet and the harpies make up about 5 of the girls… And incase anyone should read this, you know, I shouldn’t even have to say, that I don’t feel that way about you guys… I just can’t stand being in a room where I’m supposed to be expressing myself but end up feeling oppressed anyways, for two and a half hours a week with you guys…

I don’t think you read this anymore though. I’m not interesting enough. XD

Have you guys ever felt personally assaulted and attacked by a group of people that you used to consider friends? Silly question, I know. How about having been attacked and not having known why? I odften get callled out when I actually voice my oppinion. Any advice on how to deal with people when they treat you lik that? I try to just keep my cool rather than blwoing my top, but then my indifference to their oppinions on my oppinions get me called out as an emo, even though, my love affair with bright vibrant colours and desire to keep my hair out of my face would depict me as anything but…

ok so what makes art lessons even worse right now is that we are studying German Expressionism. I mean, I like seeing it sometimes. I like how it can make me feel what the subject felt, which is moer often than not despair and greif and hunger and such… but I just don’t enjoy doing it. I mean who likes doing something that they know they aren’t very good at and don’t enjoy? As an exercise we took pictures of ourselves in a german expressionistic pose and printed out many copies, tapped them to the windows and drew on the back with bold black lines to eliminate the details and lines we didn’t want (cause our final aim is to transfer the image to a piece of lino and do a lino cute of it, which you know I love…) And so I started off with some pictures of notme πŸ˜› One was this indian woman which I thought was really interesting, though the printer faded the ink on the most interesting section so I couldn’t really do it well, and a piece of Mother Theresa, I think it was… So these two wrinkly old women (no offence…)

And one of them actually looked pretty good… but then one of the art teachers ruined my finally lifting spirits (I had to sit on a desk too, to get to the window πŸ˜› ) by saying that I couldn’t use those in my lino cut because I didn’t take the pictures… And when I told him I really didn’t want to do one of myself, he said, well then go and find someone in the room and get them to pose and take a pictuer of them and do that… NO BLOODY THANK YOU… I’LL SUFFER WITH A SELF PORTRAIT THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!! lot of bloody help he was! I’m not about to ask someone in my art class to pose for me, especially when I’m the one with the camera phobia. I mean its just mean to not like something and so inflict it on someone else… Would you?

So for the time being, since there were only another 30 minutes left in the class and it would have taken longer to take another picture and print it in the dodgy printer… so I stuck with the others that had been printed already. The teacher who had told me off though, had been working on a picture of me since the begining of the lesson. See how come his turned out so good and mine turned out like crap? I’ll have to put up a pic of mine and his. His was much nmroe expressionistic than mine. Mine was just fail line drawing…

Does anyone have really strong feelings on post WWI german expressionism? It’s kinda love or hate so who loves it and who hates it?

Any ideas, other than earplugs, to improve the art lessons?

sigh…

I can’t stand writting such a wholly negative post so Imma change the topic.

Has anybody read the book “Shiver” or any of the “wolves of Mercy Falls” series or any other book by Maggie Stiefvater? I really love her writting. She’s great. I loved shiver. It really touched me. Ten times better than the twilight craze. I actually cried durring the last chapter, and I don’t normally cry for movies… and even though it was just comfortably predictable.

Well even if you haven’t please go on Amazon and read the first few pages and then join the page on Facebook that is trying to get it made into a movie. It really should. It would be an awesome movie, though the book was just plain incredible.

Are there any other books that you would like to see made into a move? I normallyu refrain from wanting a book to be made into a movie, if its good. otherwise i the idea is good but the writter wasn’t all that great, then I say sure, but normally the movies just ruin it. With shiver though, i just think it deserves to be made into a movie! It was so great it deserves the publicity! Kudos Maggie!

There’s a tennis ball in the Toilet + more

I was just walking into the bathroom to get a tissue when a very peculiar sight… The toilet was full… but unlike when there are more boys in the house, now there was a bright magenta tennis ball from Petsmart in the bowl… I laughed so hard! First of all I wondered how the tennis ball got there… next I wondered why… I don’t know why ‘Why?” but it was just so funny.

Next I thought, well maybe she had thought up a new game! She’s known for making up games to ammuse herself. she loves playing fetch, but when no one will play shell toss the ball in the air and catch it on bounces. or shell roll it with her nose. SHe’s very smart. She’ll take our shoes out of the cubbies and stuff the tennis ball in and all the way down, and then pull it out with her paws. One time, while diong physics hw and being occupied by equations, I guesse I was ignoring her cause she jumped on the one couch she’s allowed on, and started messing up the pillows. I wish I had had a camera. She had litterally piled all the cushions into a ramp and climbed to the top and rolled the ball down it so it rolled all the way to the far corner of the room. She fetched it, climbed again and rolled it again for a good half hour. Oh if only she could do my physics hw. this was a DOG!!! Not even a creature with opposable thumbs and she was able to make the perfect ramp! Do you see what is wrong with this picture? A DOG!

but no just any dog. My dog. Pie is a very special dog. I mean obviously, she IS BRILLIANT! but besides that. For one thing she speaks french.Β  thirdly she is the gentlest dog in the world and thirdly, so opposed to violence! She’s the perfect dog for me (I mean obviously shes a genius just like me (she takes after me πŸ˜‰ )

anyways the only problem with her putting the tennis ball in the toilet? Besides the fact that she’s not tall enough to put it in unless she’s on her hind legs, and she’s never ever done that (i think the whole `dog drinking from the toilet bowl`is all a myth. our dogs never chewed on furniture or on shoes or drank from the toilet bowl…) but more importantly (as ive already made clear) she’s very intelligent… she’d know she wouldnt be able to get it out. I mean she once got the ball stuck in a new shoe and brought it to us to get it out for her…

So why was there aΒ  magenta tennis ball in the toilet?

I couldn’t stop laughing until everyone in the house came to see what was wrong. No wonder Pie had been hanging around the bathroom for the past two hours! Some one had tossed the tennis ball for her and not watched where it ended up… which was the toilet. And her being my dog, despite the fact that I did not throw it, had to pick it up… YUCK! I mean the toilet was clean but… STILL! though she has no problem playing with the ball anymore, Im adverse to it. Ill kick it. no more.

I must say though, it looked very odd indeed in there.

So back to the +more part of the title… πŸ˜›

Who has already started school/university/college/work? Who’s already accustomed to the routine?Β  I still have a two days before going back and am trying to get some more bits of summer crammed in… as well as summer work… and as you can see, im procrastinating mighty well πŸ˜› How bout you guys?Β  Do you get summer work, and how do you feel about it? Do you do it right at the begining… or kinda forget about it? I did most of mine int he first few weeks except for art and english which dwindled on through out the summer. But there was something I had forgotten.

Maths

I love maths and all, especially the philosophies that go into it… but Im not all that keen about doing practice tests… They are fine as a class when my friends and I work together (no seriosuly we work and dont just pass work around like the rest of the class). And Iused to love maths, but the truth is, despite being in a high levle maths… tha fact that im just… ok… not a big ego boost and so I might be fine in class work… i ALWAYS screw up on tests because of stress… only on pop quizes can I ever do really great… no time to stress…

And the sucky part for me? This year is exam year. Yup, in just a couple of months, ill be doing the biggest math exam I’ve ever done and, hopefully (despite my teachers hopes) ever will do. I hope to follow in my brothers footsteps and choose the middle or second to top math level for IB. no HIGHER LEVEL MATHS for me! (like I said… not so much the physic type πŸ˜› )

but enough whinging from me. How do you guys do on tests? any stress relief, or focus techniques? How about studying? I find it quite easy to study for any other subject, even if its not easy, i at least know how to study. Even English I can study for… kinda. But I can’t figure out how to study for Maths besides doing tests and its not very motivating doing tests… any suggestions? Any brain games that might help? I know my insomnia probably has to do with it, and that if I actually got some sleep at night I could probably be brilliant at maths, (or so I’d like to think at least… :S ) just like I’m sure my dog would be if she could use a calculator. πŸ˜›

Well… off to do some more practice test… YIPEE! -.-

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Hallelujah!

Thanks to the help of Drusillah (thank you) my post/order dillema has been solved. I think It’s worked!

From now on, any readers will have no problem finding the post they desire to read… πŸ™‚

nope

i didnt notice a change…

test

This is just a quick little test. I tried to adust some reading settings for this blog to see if it would put the posts in order from latest to oldest as I specified… it said I’d have to wait until a new post was published to see… and when i went onto the site, without having published a new post there was no change… so this is just me taking up space as a test. if it works for you and this is at the top of the page instead of somewhere randomly, then please tell me. if not then please tell me.

lol

cheers,

moi