Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Home Sweet Home.

Good news, I am home in one piece! As if there was any doubt that I wouldn't be ... haha.

Unfortunately the swelling is overwhelming in my knee--so much that it would have to be drained to do the procedure this morning so I opted to reschedule (draining is painful). Instead, lucky me, I got to hold my knee in the same position for thirty minutes while they MRI'd the joint. But the cool part was they gave me a CD of the photos from the MRI...and by cool I mean--completely and utterly nerdy. Anyways, I got home and the first thing I did was load the CD onto a computer and starting placing the anatomy on the MRI. Cool eh? It kind of reminds me of when my Microbio prof would say 'nifty'.

Okay, before I make myself sound like a complete keener--I am going to change the topic.

On a different note, a friend gave me the latest SLAM (basketball magazine) which focuses on my hero--Michael Jordan. I haven't had a chance to open it yet, but I am sure when I do I'll end up reading it cover to cover. After all, Jordan is what the game has been missing.

Okay, now I will stop before I go off on a tangent about sports. So far I have managed to talk about my two of my greatest passions (the only one missing is my single greatest passion--God), medicine and basketball.

Anyways, now that I've reminded myself that I have this magazine, I am going to go outside, lay with my dog in the sun and read it until I go to physio.

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