Jan 04 2010

Photo Essay

What Mee and Conan (‘s Parents) Sent Me

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Nov 07 2009

I have leprosy, I’m a leper now.

Tag: personal,tmi — 1:01 pm

I’m going to go hang out at the leper colony and help Brother Cadfael solve crimes.

I am placing a cut here because cutting health posts is the civilized thing to do.

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Oct 02 2008

(So I’m at home.)

Tag: personal,tmi — 12:04 pm

Today I went out to lunch with Papaw, ate more grease than I’ve consumed in the past six months combined, and got extremely sick. I do not wish to describe the manner in which I became sick in any great detail (nor would you wish to hear it), but suffice to say that, in all my years of eating things I shouldn’t (chocolate yogurt, takoyaki from a vending machine, a bug), I have never before suffered the condition I did with such severity. Sudden dietary changes are risky.


Feb 16 2008

Incredibly Important News

Tag: i study japanese,japan,personal,tmi — 12:58 pm

For the first time since grade school, I have no acne on my face.

Japanese diet + showering ever 3-4 days + using olive oil instead of lotion = clearly magical

(I have, however, gone back to using shampoo once a week – the baking soda was taking too long to rinse out, and the point of this whole hippy bathing exercise was to conserve water. But I can apparently only tolerate a tiny bit of shampoo without my hair and scalp getting completely dried out. I think I’m going to start using the vinegar again as insurance against that.)

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In other Japan Is Good At Stuff news, my heat is still broken, but they gave me a space heater until it’s fixed. This space heater appears to date back to the Korean War-era manufacturing boom. It is smaller than a CRT monitor. But the room is so well insulated that this plus the sun coming in is enough to keep it pretty much completely warm.


Jul 12 2007

Urrrgh.

Tag: consumption,hair,personal,tmi — 1:20 am

Gynecological exams teach one interesting things about one’s reactions to pain. Apparently, my default curse word is “shit;” once I get started, I do not feel the urge break up my rhythm with other, less-privileged terms; and when the source of pain disappears, I start giggling.

Nurse M clearly finds my low threshold of pain worrying. Doctor C is merely very deadpan. She holds the implements where I can’t see them and asks when my sisters are going to be coming in for their HPV vaccinations.

The past year or so, I have acquired a slight facial hair problem. To be extremely precise, I have acquired a goatee. It is a pretty respectable little goatee if I don’t shave it – all I need is a flannel shirt and a disgusted expression and I can major in cinema. My goatee was the main reason I went to the gynecologist. My testosterone levels have always been off a little, and this seemed like it might be turning into more than a little.

Doctor C didn’t think it was significant; she talked about someone who’d come in the other day with “worse hair than you,” and gave me a prescription for some cream. This is fascinating. Are there lots of female goatees out there? Should I leave it in place for some kind of empowerment purposes? Well, no, because I don’t like it and I’m breaking out underneath. But it’s useful information. I bet I can use it to make people I dislike uncomfortable.

I went online to research the cream when I got home – it’s called Vaniqa, though Doctor C’s handwriting is so bad I had to type a couple variations into Google to get what I wanted. Apparently the drug’s manufacturer at one point ceased production because its main use is in curing sleeping sickness, which mostly affects people without any money. People in Africa, specifically. But then, a miracle occurred, and it was discovered that it could be used in topical form to retard hair growth! And thus they restarted manufacturing. Us rich white women have saved Africa again.

I’m feeling kind of ambivalent about this.