But I did.
I Googled medical symptoms-- again.
Search: what causes eye twitch
It's okay, I don't have the plague, or even H1N1. I do, however, have an inoperable brain tumor hidden somewhere in the depths of my brain that is only going to lead to more facial ticks until facial paralysis set in (read: drool monster) and eventual death (probably from drowning).
In reality, these are the possible causes:
1. Caffeine. I tested this theory-- it's not it. I cut caffeine, I increased it, I limited it, I weaned on and off. Still twitching.
2. Fatigue. It's summer break. Sleep is my #2 most frequent activity. Still twitching.
3. Irritation of the eye surface or inner lid. No, only irritation of the patient. Still twitching.
4. Physical exertion. Aaaaaaaaaaaaahahaha ahhaha ha ha, whoo, that's a good one. Read #2. Still twitching.
5. Smoking. Ick dude! Still twitching.
6. Stress. No more than normal (read #2 and #4). Still twitching.
So, that's the normal stuff. If it's not one of those, the Interwebs brings on some more:
7. Blepharitis (sounds like a bathtub fart). It is actually an oil gland dysfunction at the rims of the eyelids. However, in addition to twitching it causes swelling and pain and eye pus. Nope. Still twitching.
8. Dry eyes. Not really an issue. Still twitching.
9. Pink eye. I. Do. Not. Think. So. Pink eye is quite possibly the most disgusting thing I have ever experienced and I am FULLY aware of what that is like. This is not it, as my eyelids have not glued themselves shut from the stickiness of their own eye-juices*.
Here's the goodies:
Very rarely, an eye twitch may be the result of a more serious brain and/or nerve disorder.
You don't say?! Like what?
10. Bell's Palsy. More likely to result in half your face going suddenly Droopy Dogg for 3-6 months, and then righting itself. Still twitching.
11. Parkinson's. But probably not. Still twitching.
12. Dystonia. A disruptive contracting of muscles. Ding ding ding ding! There isn't much more disruptive than your eyelid going all 250 beats-per-minute. Affects less than 1% of the population, usually women. Going to get worse, although stay in the face (awesome, maybe no one will notice my singular face moving in 23 different directions).
13. Tourette's Syndrome. My swearing is purely behavioral. Still twitching.
14. Side effect of drugs, particularly those to treat psychosis. Treat psychosis?! I am about a wink, blink, and nod from saying a consistent eye twitch may bring on psychosis. Still twitching.
15. Tumors. All over. Everywhere, tumors. Putting pressure on muscular nerves or affecting dopamine levels. Certain death.
In other news, I joined Hypochondriac's Anonymous today, in which we all just sit around and say "There's no way you have that, because that's exactly what I have! And it is going to kill me!"
*Sorry, eye illness can get gross. I should have warned you at the beginning. But I chose to warn you at the end, once you've read at least half the post. Ha ha, sucker.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
26/365
Day 26: Thursday, September 3, 2009
I peruse the web for other Project 365 sites, and was reminded on one of them that you have to take some pictures of yourself sometime, because just as exciting as seeing everything you've done in a year is seeing how you have changed in a year.
Self 1
September 3, 2009
I peruse the web for other Project 365 sites, and was reminded on one of them that you have to take some pictures of yourself sometime, because just as exciting as seeing everything you've done in a year is seeing how you have changed in a year.
Self 1
September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
25/365
Day 25: Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The Butt of the Joke September 2, 2009
The Butt of the Joke because as soon as you grab the camera, they turn away. . .
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
24/365
Day 24: Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I Wish This Were Staged
September 1, 2009
I Wish This Were Staged
September 1, 2009
"Uh, yeah, customer disservice? Hi. I do indeed need to report a problem. It seems the, uh, self-cleaning function on my bedroom isn't working."
It's funny how you live in a messy space and it doesn't bother you for a while and then all of a sudden, you get home and realize that your Chaco is on your pillow, you do not know what clothing is clean and what is dirty, the drawers (which you haven't dug through for days) are all askew. And then it hits you-- this has to change.
It's funny how you live in a messy space and it doesn't bother you for a while and then all of a sudden, you get home and realize that your Chaco is on your pillow, you do not know what clothing is clean and what is dirty, the drawers (which you haven't dug through for days) are all askew. And then it hits you-- this has to change.
It's Under There
I hope you said "Underwear."
So, I don't usually post in such rapid back-to-back succession, right? Right. Unless it's photos. And this is not.
I was just doing a quick "View in Blog" glance of my last post, which you should still scroll down and read, because it's new. And I thought, Wow Katie. Very insightful for late in the night. This was a fairly deep post. Kudos.
Well, as you saw from the last post, I recently discovered the bottom of my favorite large green mug by drinking its entire contents of tea, and rather quickly. One thing led to another, and, well. . . we all know how biology works, I'll spare the details. . .
In the bathroom I realized I have had my underwear on backwards all day. All day. Many thoughts ran through my head:
Wow, the let me drive and vote, but never verified I could dress myself.
I bet all great thinkers had difficulty with undies.
At least no one could tell.
But my favorite had to be:
I should put these back on the right way. (Thinks about it) Nah, they've been like this all day, it's almost time to go to bed. I'll ride September in with backwards panties. Not everyone can say that.
And then I literally laughed so hard I did that thing where your face is laughing and your whole body is wiggling and jiggling but you can no longer produce the sound to laugh so you just release these short puffs of "funny air." I seriously got a kick out of myself.
So, I don't usually post in such rapid back-to-back succession, right? Right. Unless it's photos. And this is not.
I was just doing a quick "View in Blog" glance of my last post, which you should still scroll down and read, because it's new. And I thought, Wow Katie. Very insightful for late in the night. This was a fairly deep post. Kudos.
Well, as you saw from the last post, I recently discovered the bottom of my favorite large green mug by drinking its entire contents of tea, and rather quickly. One thing led to another, and, well. . . we all know how biology works, I'll spare the details. . .
In the bathroom I realized I have had my underwear on backwards all day. All day. Many thoughts ran through my head:
Wow, the let me drive and vote, but never verified I could dress myself.
I bet all great thinkers had difficulty with undies.
At least no one could tell.
But my favorite had to be:
I should put these back on the right way. (Thinks about it) Nah, they've been like this all day, it's almost time to go to bed. I'll ride September in with backwards panties. Not everyone can say that.
And then I literally laughed so hard I did that thing where your face is laughing and your whole body is wiggling and jiggling but you can no longer produce the sound to laugh so you just release these short puffs of "funny air." I seriously got a kick out of myself.
23/365
I have some beautifully insightful friends, who help me discover myself truly. It is through conversations with these young people that I have realized, and later accepted, that I am an individual of contradictions who lives at the polars, at the extreme of almost everything. I am either abrasively outgoing and chatty or blending in to wallpaper. I am brutally over-confident or painfully insecure.
You are probably wondering what this has to do with a photo of the day, as this is a numbered entry. Patience, Padawan.
Steep Thoughts
August 31, 2009
**Uh, yeah, I did actually talk to it. Don't be surprised, you know you're not. Look at all the ridiculous things I do.
EDIT: I am beyond peeved that I decided to write a novel and so this got date-stamped for tomorrow, which is now today. But I took this photo AND wrote the entry today, which is now yesterday. The measurement of time passing can be such a bitch in so many ways. Bollocks (and pardon my french).
You are probably wondering what this has to do with a photo of the day, as this is a numbered entry. Patience, Padawan.
Steep Thoughts
August 31, 2009
Punchline: As someone who typically thrives in socializing, the only unforced* conversation I had today was with this delicious cup of mango tea after work tonight**. It was a beautiful day of silence.
*I did have to work, and it is ultra-rude to ignore co-workers and customers. "Forced" may not be the right word-- it did not pain me to talk to these people. In fact, we had some nice chats. Further, I also enjoyed a quick chat on the phone with my sister from Chicago, in which I reminded her that she is perfect. Regardless of her surroundings, belongings, social environment, or geographical location-- perfect. In my ideal world, she would read this quickly in the morning, in case she has already forgotten.
*I did have to work, and it is ultra-rude to ignore co-workers and customers. "Forced" may not be the right word-- it did not pain me to talk to these people. In fact, we had some nice chats. Further, I also enjoyed a quick chat on the phone with my sister from Chicago, in which I reminded her that she is perfect. Regardless of her surroundings, belongings, social environment, or geographical location-- perfect. In my ideal world, she would read this quickly in the morning, in case she has already forgotten.
**Uh, yeah, I did actually talk to it. Don't be surprised, you know you're not. Look at all the ridiculous things I do.
EDIT: I am beyond peeved that I decided to write a novel and so this got date-stamped for tomorrow, which is now today. But I took this photo AND wrote the entry today, which is now yesterday. The measurement of time passing can be such a bitch in so many ways. Bollocks (and pardon my french).
Sunday, August 30, 2009
22/365
Failed.
I did not take a picture each day this week. After a serious discussion with Kim (as we are keeping each other accountable on this project) I decided to just continue on the day that it is supposed to be, because I want to have a year of photos, not just numerically 365. Maybe in the future I will post more than 1 per day to make up for the lack, perhaps today (I haven't yet looked at the photos). Either way, I have made a commitment to Kim and myself to be better about this. It is a good exercise in organization and time management, and I could certainly use more practice in that department.
Day 22: Sunday, August 30, 2009
Sunday Afternoon Sailors
August 30, 2009
I did not take a picture each day this week. After a serious discussion with Kim (as we are keeping each other accountable on this project) I decided to just continue on the day that it is supposed to be, because I want to have a year of photos, not just numerically 365. Maybe in the future I will post more than 1 per day to make up for the lack, perhaps today (I haven't yet looked at the photos). Either way, I have made a commitment to Kim and myself to be better about this. It is a good exercise in organization and time management, and I could certainly use more practice in that department.
Day 22: Sunday, August 30, 2009
Sunday Afternoon Sailors
August 30, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sitting At A Table in Caribou, Chatting with Strangers-- You Look Like Summer***
Craigslist. Bringing sellers and buyers together, in their own community (or not) without a fee-collecting middleman. Everyone knows about this. We have all thought, "Geez, I need a bike/dresser/Mickey Mouse Waffle Iron/geothermal heat pump/stained couch*, I'll check Craigslist." Some have even posted to sell things or put up a last hope "Stolen Bike" post. Basically, everyone knows Craig and his list.
But, I am surprised at how few people know about my favorite little Craigslist world: Missed Connections.
I knew you would ask.
There is the traditional definition of a plain ol' missed connection: boy sees girl but cannot (for whatever reason) get her contact information. This is not because she rejects him. That's not a missed connection, that's a connection severed, prevented, avoided-- it's not the same. A missed connection is seeing someone on the bus, in a crowded restaurant, at the lakes, someone you pass each day in the hustle of the day, but you either do not get or do not take the opportunity to say something like, "Hey, you're cute/fun/beautiful/fascinating, could we grab a coffee/beer/ice cream cone/tofu wafer**?"
So, a Craigslist Missed Connection, it's just exactly what is described above, really. Except, you can share your missed connection on Craigslist, in hopes of reconnecting, or maybe not. I guess I don't really know the motivation behind it, and perhaps I have just never been so compelled by a stranger to write them a Missed Connection or maybe it still seems kind of weird to me, or perhaps both.
Regardless of all of the above, I find Missed Connections to be the absolute most fascinating read on the internet. I check them, ashamedly, several times a day, and if I am not satisfied with the Minneapolis/St. Paul entries, I will start reading from other cities (most often Denver, DC, Seattle and San Francisco). Each entry has so much potential to be so different: a man seeking a woman, a woman seeking a man, man seeking man, woman seeking woman. Some are romantic, some are simply a "hey, I wanted to say thanks for a random act of kindness and couldn't." Some are to total strangers, some former lovers, current co-workers, best friends, lost friends, current lovers, wanna be lovers and wanna be strangers. I am so into these, sometimes I save them on my computer (Google Notebook-- learn it, love it) or I make sketches based on them.
It's okay, I can wait for you to stop laughing about what a dork I am. I am secure with it.
Okay, stop, seriously, or you will miss the rest of this post. It's not that dorky. . . c'mon now.
Yeah, catch your breath. Wipe the tears out of your eyes, glad you got a good laugh.
Continuing, with or without you. . . while I have loved Missed Connections for well over 2 years now, this post was spurred by an especially poignant one posted yesterday, which I will share, along with a handful of my other favorites.
"the truth is. . . " Posted August 26, 2009
the truth is: you are enough.
never has changed and never will.
you are enough.
Some of the fun of these, is you have no idea if they are directing this to someone in particular, just throwing it out there. . . we haven't the slightest.
"TO THE GIRL WHO LIVES IN THE BUILDING ACROSS FROM US" Posted July 28, 2008
I wonder how many of my neighbors could have posted something very similar to this about me at some point in my history. . .
"I missed you, my love" (This is from Denver, but I didn't save the date)
Spent all night wanting to kiss you. Finally decided I would just do it, and you were gone.
Where did you go? I hope he didn't have the same idea. . .
This is just a little snippet, you should really go out and read some. If you are like me though, be sure to limit your time, because if you don't you will find yourself in blue gym shorts at a Caribou trying not to laugh out loud at some of the posts, coffee getting cold and legs getting stiff from not moving for over an hour. It has, however, quite possibly been a perfect afternoon here.
* All items currently being sold or sought in the Minneapolis/St. Paul Craigslist community.
** Just because they don't eat real food doesn't mean they don't deserve love.
*** The Missed Connection I imagine the men in this room are writing about me right now.
But, I am surprised at how few people know about my favorite little Craigslist world: Missed Connections.
I knew you would ask.
There is the traditional definition of a plain ol' missed connection: boy sees girl but cannot (for whatever reason) get her contact information. This is not because she rejects him. That's not a missed connection, that's a connection severed, prevented, avoided-- it's not the same. A missed connection is seeing someone on the bus, in a crowded restaurant, at the lakes, someone you pass each day in the hustle of the day, but you either do not get or do not take the opportunity to say something like, "Hey, you're cute/fun/beautiful/fascinating, could we grab a coffee/beer/ice cream cone/tofu wafer**?"
So, a Craigslist Missed Connection, it's just exactly what is described above, really. Except, you can share your missed connection on Craigslist, in hopes of reconnecting, or maybe not. I guess I don't really know the motivation behind it, and perhaps I have just never been so compelled by a stranger to write them a Missed Connection or maybe it still seems kind of weird to me, or perhaps both.
Regardless of all of the above, I find Missed Connections to be the absolute most fascinating read on the internet. I check them, ashamedly, several times a day, and if I am not satisfied with the Minneapolis/St. Paul entries, I will start reading from other cities (most often Denver, DC, Seattle and San Francisco). Each entry has so much potential to be so different: a man seeking a woman, a woman seeking a man, man seeking man, woman seeking woman. Some are romantic, some are simply a "hey, I wanted to say thanks for a random act of kindness and couldn't." Some are to total strangers, some former lovers, current co-workers, best friends, lost friends, current lovers, wanna be lovers and wanna be strangers. I am so into these, sometimes I save them on my computer (Google Notebook-- learn it, love it) or I make sketches based on them.
It's okay, I can wait for you to stop laughing about what a dork I am. I am secure with it.
Okay, stop, seriously, or you will miss the rest of this post. It's not that dorky. . . c'mon now.
Yeah, catch your breath. Wipe the tears out of your eyes, glad you got a good laugh.
Continuing, with or without you. . . while I have loved Missed Connections for well over 2 years now, this post was spurred by an especially poignant one posted yesterday, which I will share, along with a handful of my other favorites.
"the truth is. . . " Posted August 26, 2009
the truth is: you are enough.
never has changed and never will.
you are enough.
Some of the fun of these, is you have no idea if they are directing this to someone in particular, just throwing it out there. . . we haven't the slightest.
"TO THE GIRL WHO LIVES IN THE BUILDING ACROSS FROM US" Posted July 28, 2008
Hi. You live in the apartment bulding across from us, on La Salle. I don't know if you know this, but we can see you VERY clearly through your air conditioner. We (my girlfriend and I) decided to post this, because we think it's adorable, that usually every night, we can catch you dancing around your apartment in your underwear... and usually you're blasting 80's music.
...don't worry, we're not creepy. We just like to sit on our porch and watch you. It's cute... ...but again, no creepy. I wonder how many of my neighbors could have posted something very similar to this about me at some point in my history. . .
"I missed you, my love" (This is from Denver, but I didn't save the date)
Spent all night wanting to kiss you. Finally decided I would just do it, and you were gone.
Where did you go? I hope he didn't have the same idea. . .
This is just a little snippet, you should really go out and read some. If you are like me though, be sure to limit your time, because if you don't you will find yourself in blue gym shorts at a Caribou trying not to laugh out loud at some of the posts, coffee getting cold and legs getting stiff from not moving for over an hour. It has, however, quite possibly been a perfect afternoon here.
* All items currently being sold or sought in the Minneapolis/St. Paul Craigslist community.
** Just because they don't eat real food doesn't mean they don't deserve love.
*** The Missed Connection I imagine the men in this room are writing about me right now.
17/365
Day 17: Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Wok Star
August 25, 2009
Wok Star
August 25, 2009
Stir-fried a TON of veggies tonight because I miss them. A weekend of carbo-loading is not healthy. Right now, carbs are simply a vehicle to transport meat or veggies to my mouth.
On the plus side, today was the first day that I did not feel as if I was starving all day and did not eat all day. I also can finally travel down the stairs and walk for more than 3 blocks at a time without my legs stiffening up. Progress. Tomorrow I attempt my first post-race run (but probably only 1.5- 2 miles, at like a 10 minute mile pace). If this goes well, I would say recovery is complete.
On the plus side, today was the first day that I did not feel as if I was starving all day and did not eat all day. I also can finally travel down the stairs and walk for more than 3 blocks at a time without my legs stiffening up. Progress. Tomorrow I attempt my first post-race run (but probably only 1.5- 2 miles, at like a 10 minute mile pace). If this goes well, I would say recovery is complete.
16/365
Day 16: Monday, August 24, 2009
Penciled In
August 24, 2009
Penciled In
August 24, 2009
Sometimes there are not enough hours in the day. Sometimes there are too many. It's a bit like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, except if you lay in the wrong bed, the bears eat you. Details. . .
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