The meteorological tendency lately has been sunny clear skies and very humid temperatures. I don’t complain; it’s after all the best temperature to take pictures of the summer environment. As a matter of fact I took pictures this morning of flowers in my backyard with my father’s camera, which is highly better than mine. I’m glad that his job gave him a camera for the office, it’s these new one by Canon called the ELPH’s…you know the ones promoted by Avril Lavigne on the TV. Now I can use his time to time to get superior quality pictures. For example I played with the settings and the background when shooting in macro turns all blurry, an effect which adds so much to the final product of a picture.
I’ve been trying to talk about my grandma for the past days on my blog but I keep on forgetting. I mentioned earlier this week that she was rushed to the hospital since she wasn’t feeling quite good. Well, turns out that the events following that are quite funny. I’m not this senseless being, quite on the contrary, but the fact that they potentially “lost” my grandma in a hospital makes me laugh…at least smile. How is it possible to lose a patient in a hospital, I mean we haven’t even heard from her in a few days and god knows where she is right now. The funniest part is that my grandpa doesn’t really seem to care; all he’s been talking about is that he can finally sit down on his balcony and read his newspaper (elderly love). We should get news from her sooner the later; hospitals should strongly consider having “lost and found rooms” for patients.
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Éphémère
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De passage dans ma vie mais à tout jamais dans mon coeur
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You know how I was supposed to go get my shots yesterday…shots as in vaccines. Well turns out that we went to the building and the doors were closed, how convenient. Obviously there was some misunderstanding somewhere so my dad and I went to the nearest pharmacy to get some help. We asked this young woman if the health clinic was indeed in the building we were told to head to and she replies by saying that the health clinic is situated on the other side of the city. Even more convenient, now we need to head on the complete opposite of town. By the way the day was scorching hot and the atmosphere was really humid. We get to the other building, quite modern and good looking, from an architectural point of view. On our map we were told to head to the 2nd floor, but when we got there…nothing. The whole place was empty; there weren’t even chairs to sit down. Right there my dad got really pissed; I don’t blame him since he’s the one driving around town, not having a clue what’s going to happen next. So we decide to go down to the first floor where there’s a reception desk. Awkwardly the whole room is filled with expecting mothers and their husband. We must have had looked so out of context, but who gives. We go talk to the nearest secretary and we ask her where the health clinic is. The following seemed like an awful joke, so predictable. She looks at us innocently and tells us that the health clinic is situated on the other side of the city…which means the building we were first at but was locked. But there’s one problem the clinic closes at 4:30 and my appointment was at 5:45, impossible. The expression on my dad’s face was priceless; I could almost read the huge “come on” painted across his lips. So we jumped into the convertible (yes, we were in the convertible, which means that it was twice as hot). Enough running around town.
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You know how I was supposed to go get my shots yesterday…shots as in vaccines. Well turns out that we went to the building and the doors were closed, how convenient. Obviously there was some misunderstanding somewhere so my dad and I went to the nearest pharmacy to get some help. We asked this young woman if the health clinic was indeed in the building we were told to head to and she replies by saying that the health clinic is situated on the other side of the city. Even more convenient, now we need to head on the complete opposite of town. By the way the day was scorching hot and the atmosphere was really humid. We get to the other building, quite modern and good looking, from an architectural point of view. On our map we were told to head to the 2nd floor, but when we got there…nothing. The whole place was empty; there weren’t even chairs to sit down. Right there my dad got really pissed; I don’t blame him since he’s the one driving around town, not having a clue what’s going to happen next. So we decide to go down to the first floor where there’s a reception desk. Awkwardly the whole room is filled with expecting mothers and their husband. We must have had looked so out of context, but who gives. We go talk to the nearest secretary and we ask her where the health clinic is. The following seemed like an awful joke, so predictable. She looks at us innocently and tells us that the health clinic is situated on the other side of the city…which means the building we were first at but was locked. But there’s one problem the clinic closes at 4:30 and my appointment was at 5:45, impossible. The expression on my dad’s face was priceless; I could almost read the huge “come on” painted across his lips. So we jumped into the convertible (yes, we were in the convertible, which means that it was twice as hot). Enough running around town.
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Whispers
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If this could be anywhere would I somewhat be somehwere?
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Of course today is a new day, Wednesday, and my mom took care to reschedule my appointment. Turns out that the doctor was waiting for us all along, the only thing is that she left at 5:30, so we just missed her. But I got there on time today, and I wasn’t nervous, at all. She starts explaining to me every virus and their effects as well as the secondary effects of the vaccine…enough to get me a tad stressed. So she starts (I had two to take) and it didn’t hurt…okay maybe a bit since the needle was in my muscle. Everything goes fine; she reminds me that I need to stay for half an hour after the vaccination since it is during that time period that the after-effects take place. And I was proud that nothing happened…well I “was” until I started to see all blurry. It’s pretty much the same symptoms as when you’re going unconscious, the same disturbing feeling. Next thing you know I can’t see nor hear a thing and the doctor is telling me to lye down on the floor and put my feet on a chair. Try to do that when your visibility is impaired, it really sucks. I’m there, on the floor, laughing since I don’t want to seem freaked out of anything (I wasn’t) and people are passing by the door, staring as I’m this retarded person. But in the end I guess its better going through all of this than having those nasty viruses.
Right now I have this really big headache and it doesn’t seem to want to go away. I guess it’s one of the lasting secondary effects which the doctor talked about; I should probably get a bit of rest to be up and running tomorrow morning.
The Daily Beat : Radar – Britney Spears
Of course today is a new day, Wednesday, and my mom took care to reschedule my appointment. Turns out that the doctor was waiting for us all along, the only thing is that she left at 5:30, so we just missed her. But I got there on time today, and I wasn’t nervous, at all. She starts explaining to me every virus and their effects as well as the secondary effects of the vaccine…enough to get me a tad stressed. So she starts (I had two to take) and it didn’t hurt…okay maybe a bit since the needle was in my muscle. Everything goes fine; she reminds me that I need to stay for half an hour after the vaccination since it is during that time period that the after-effects take place. And I was proud that nothing happened…well I “was” until I started to see all blurry. It’s pretty much the same symptoms as when you’re going unconscious, the same disturbing feeling. Next thing you know I can’t see nor hear a thing and the doctor is telling me to lye down on the floor and put my feet on a chair. Try to do that when your visibility is impaired, it really sucks. I’m there, on the floor, laughing since I don’t want to seem freaked out of anything (I wasn’t) and people are passing by the door, staring as I’m this retarded person. But in the end I guess its better going through all of this than having those nasty viruses.
Right now I have this really big headache and it doesn’t seem to want to go away. I guess it’s one of the lasting secondary effects which the doctor talked about; I should probably get a bit of rest to be up and running tomorrow morning.
The Daily Beat : Radar – Britney Spears
