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Feeling rather blah. Mild nausea and tiredness from the frigging blood loss. I hate feeling like I've exerted myself when all I've done is walk up a flight of stairs. So, I'm making a list of random stuff to take my mind off the nausea.

I'm still sucking back liquid and salt like I just crossed the Sahara. And feeling very friendly towards vegetables, too. Chris pointed out that it's probably the hormones; they're supposed to imitate pregnancy, and when I'm pregnant I crave soup and salad and feel nauseated. Which is actually not bad, except for the nausea part. I wish my non-pregnant body was drawn to veggies, because normally it's a real struggle to choke them down and I only do it because I know Chris will mock me if I get scurvy.
It's really weird going to school with Dan Ratushny again. He's in my Property class, and the other day I realized that what went through my mind was... I was sitting in class with Danny Ratushny when I was thirteen.
Why am I still here?
The bruise on my left forearm from the IV on Thursday has developed an odd pattern. It's kind of like... a happy face with a circle around it. Or a crop circle. Weird.
TMI alert:: On Friday, I'd been transferred to the Observation section of the ER while they called a Gyne resident in to check me out. She started to do so, and muttered to the medical student with her, "Hm... yeah, not so bad... looks like the Emerg resident kind of panicked... yeah, it's not so..." she trailed off as I apparently started to hemmorage again. "Oooh... ooh, OK... OK, well, we're going to be admitting you to the Gynecology floor, OK?"
Another cute moment, when they finally unhooked me from the heart monitor. They reached over and turned the monitor off before taking the sensors off me, and I guess I must have looked a little disappointed, because the nurse said, "Sorry, did you want to see it flatline?"
Chris and I laughed and I commented that yeah, that would make quite an anecdote - my very own little Near Death Experience. Too bad. Although I realized I certainly had been looking up towards a light for hours. Fortunately, it was the overhead observation lamp instead of the Angel of Death.
One nice thing this weekend was noticing that Chris and I were able to spend hours and hours together relatively nicely (considering the situation and location). I guess our marriage counseling has been worth it so far - that wouldn't have happened a few months ago. It felt nice to be close again.
It's weird when you come across interesting stuff in the most unlikely places. I'm slogging through Property readings, bored out of my mind, when I start on a set dealing with humans or other living things as property. Old slavery cases, Human Genome Project cases, the Harvard Mouse case... and all of a sudden, I'm racing through the readings, totally engaged. In Property. Cool.
Cute quote from our marriage counselor: "It's a sad but true fact: you cannot use logic with spouses."