I went for a walk down the railroad tracks to have a drink and take pictures of flowers because it's been a stressful week so far. Wah wah wah. Anyway, I noticed three bees going at it on a clover. One refused to get off the other one's back and kept stealing the nectar it was collecting, and the third one wasn't sure what to make of it, occasionally leaving for other flowers, and sometimes landing on the back to make a three-stack, stealing the nectar that the original thief had collected from the industrious bee.
This next little guy is more of a wallflower I think. No orgies for him.
Oh, and if you didn't already see, Phil has BMEfest.com online, which has got the latest on the various end-of-June/start-of-July Toronto events posted.
I'll try and post a full photoset on my much-neglected kit car blog later, but if anyone in Oklahoma is looking for an Invader GT, this one is on the market for $2500 or best offer. It's definitely an “eccentric” car and a bit of an ugly duckling, but I've got a soft spot for them. If anyone wants first dibs on it drop me a line before I officially post it.
Roo and I appear to be making excellent progress on the BMEvideo overhaul so far! Woowoo! I love it when code runs right the first time around.
So last Friday or whenever I made my doctor's appointment I literally wrote it all down at the time, and with a “witness” there as well. So I'm quite sure I didn't confabulate the whole thing or screw it up. Anyway, so I go in to my doctor's office and I'm like “Hi, I'm Shannon Larratt and I have a 3:40 appointment with Dr. S”, and they look at me like I'm an idiot and say something like, “yeah, we know who you are, but you don't have an appointment, and the doctor isn't even here today.”
I told them that all I needed was a doctor to write a refill for my pain medication prescription (which I barely take — I got a few week's worth in April and I'm just starting to run out now so it's not like I'm abusing it) and a referral for an x-ray because the swelling on my fibula kind of freaks me out and there's a lot of new “internal” pain in the bones. At first they're like “oh, this doctor has an opening, you can see them” but for some reason they changed their mind and were like “why don't you just wait until 5PM and go to the walk-in clinic when the main offices close?”
The walk-in is totally useless, because they can't write me a prescription for narcotics. They could refer me for an x-ray, but I could do that more easily at the walk-in that's in Phil's building a few blocks from here (and maybe I can get them to x-ray my hand as well for the magnetic implant article!). So anyway, I just left. It was a complete waste. Maybe I'll just try and figure out if I know anyone who sells pills — but it's a bit of a stretch because I don't really know that type of dealer.
I'm really, really sick of dealing with this and wish it would stop hurting.
PS. Did you know that ten years ago most telephones had cords?
This is going to be a good week for interviews. The chat with Alvar (a scientist developing networked micro-scientists) is going to get posted, an interview by Ferg about Aboriginal culture and modification, as well as a fascinating set of interviews about the “day to day” life changes that a magnetic interview causes. All are top-notch reads I think.
I'm at the gym shortly and I have a doctor's appointment (or two) this afternoon, and I'd really like to go swimming (photo c/o Roo), but I'm going to fill in the gaps today with getting these interviews prepped. And I have a quilt to work on, some crocheting to practice, some kids books to work on, a couple postcards to send, and lots more… to say nothing of the BMEvideo overhaul!
