Compostable Kate

So, I followed up with the doc about my wrists today, and I still have to just rest them. I have actually seen three doctors at my local clinic about my wrists over the past few weeks. The first one sent me for an ultrasound and suggested physio with dry needling. The second one, who is was my regular doctor until this moment, then said to stop physio and wait for a blood test. The third one, who I saw today, said that all my blood tests came back normal , and that I just have to wait until my wrists get better. When I saw my regular doctor, the one who said to stop physio, he gave me the impression – as he has on several previous occasions – that he thought I was simply an attention-seeking, time-wasting hypochondriac, and he wasn't prepared to waste any resources on treating my wrists. He can't refer me to a psychiatrist for this, as I already see one. (I have also seen shrinks in the past who have concluded that my pain isn't psychosomatic (I don't have a spec

Yesterday evening I received a cruel-to-be-kind phone call from my history lecturer, the ultimate gist of which was to say I have to stop procrastinating and get this assignment done, because she doesn't want to see me fail this semester. It was nice of her take the time, although she made it clear that she was very busy. Although I have other issues going on at the moment, such as my wrist pain, other pain, and the difficulties I find in being an external student, the overarching issue I have with assignments is procrastination, a chronic avoidance of committing my ideas to paper. I do do lots of reading: books, articles, blogs, and, in this case, watch a lot of DVDs: documentary series and educational series on Ancient Rome (the topic of my imaginary History unit). Not only am I reading about historical content, but trying to get my head around historiography, and also reading about lesson planning and pedagogical theories for use in my lesson plans. I take a lot of notes, and

In the supermarket yesterday, I encountered a little family, Mum and her little primary school kiddies doing some after-school grocery shopping. I smiled at the Mum, because she was trying to push the kiddie-sized trolley that one or other of the kids had clearly wanted to use, but then had given up on. Her gorgeous little boy, probably about 5 years old, gave a shout of delight at seeing Dexter - a common occurence - and we had this little conversation: Gorgeous Little Boy: What is her name? Me: His name is Dexter. GLB: Oh. Is she a boy or a girl? Me: He's a boy. GLB: Oh, I thought he was a girl. Me: Is that because he's got long hair? (Just a hunch!!) GLB: Yeah! (By this time GLB is patting Dexter gently on the head. When little kids pat him, Dexter always sits down and waits patiently.) Me: You know, that's called "gender stereotyping". You might learn about that when you get to high school. (His Mum laughs at this; GLB, absorbed in patting Dexter,

I'm typing this bit, because I'm currently struggling with the new Dragon dictation software I just installed, having been previously struggling with the software that came with my PC. After going through the training module, this is my first dictation: Thursday, May 16, 2013 Thursday he may he 16 but it doesn't 13 so I've just installed dragon and it seems to be repeating everything I say I say,, which is really annoying.. which is really annoying So I've just installed dragon I'm not quite sure how to stop it from repeating everything I'm not quite sure how to stop it from repeating everything because a thank things wants this is totally far this is totally flat because amazing things wants It also doesn't understand asks a That end bit was doesn't understand "fucked", which I tried very hard to train it to understand. Not that I swear a lot, but trying to use dictation software of the past coup