My Doctor Hates Me

So I went to the doctors this week to get results from a bunch of blood work I had done a week ago.

My blood sugar is "high-normal." It's been that way for years. I just keep it in my mind and walk along a fine line… I love bread… I hate salads… It's hard to stay on the line so I stumble from one side to another but I generally try to stay reasonably close to the line. Nothing's changed there. 

He explains the rest of the results to me. Everything else is normal, there is nothing wrong with me.

I was hoping that the blood work would have explained the lack of energy that I've had for the last little while. It doesn't

"Do you have any questions?" he asks.

I explain to him that I'm tired OFTEN. That I come home after work and I fall asleep on the sofa. I explain how I haven't been going to the gym because I just don't have the energy. I explain how I don't think that I'm depressed because things are going reasonably well in my life. Work is good. I have good friends, etc. etc. etc. So clearly I believe that something is horribly wrong with me. There must be something that is causing this lack of energy.

I continue speaking for 5 minutes.

He quietly looks at me and says "How old are you now? 45. Ya. That starts to happen at that age."

I now hate my doctor.

Erasure-ish

I love ABBA.
I love Erasure.
Bjorn Again is an ABBA tribute band.
Erasure did an album called Abba-esque.
Bjorn Again did an album called Erasure-ish.

Basically the premise is: what if ABBA actually recorded some Erasure songs. Featuring genuine 80s ABBA videos, the results are enjoyable to me.

First up… Stop!

Second up… A Little Respect

Singing Beaver

This video is full of all kinds of win. Including a time machine, puppets, and a catchy dance number. Or three.

Demolition

So a couple of weeks ago (yes I am so far behind) I went for a walk and stumbled across a building being demonlished. The former OPP headquarters building at Harbour, York, and Lakeshore was being torn down by three very large cranes. All of a sudden I was a kid again. I watched the cranes eat and chew and drag their way through the building. I stood there for about an hour until they had to stop for dinner. The nerve of them stopping for dinner.

It was very peaceful and beautiful, almost like a ballet, as the three cranes moved and destroyed their part of the building. Below is a small movie of the action and a slide show from Flickr.