Monday, March 14, 2005
So the numbness and tingling in my right pinky have yet to subside - everyone keeps telling me to go to the Death (Health) Center, but I have been refusing. The conversation I had earlier went something like this:
Me: My hand is still numb and tingly.
Kay: Maybe you should go to the Health Center.
Me: No. Everyone calls it the Death Center for a reason.
Kay: Well, just don't let them touch you. Just see what they SAY.
Me: I guess I could handle that.
Kay: Yeah, that would be good.
Me: But what if they tell me I'm dying?!
Kay: (stern look)
Me: Seriously, maybe it's a horrible neural disease and I'm going to die by the time I'm 22. And if that's the case, I want to be a martyr.
Kay: Hahaha! How will you arrange that?
Me: Padre always teases Rusty about being a martyr. He tells him to pick his feast day. I'm sure something could be arranged. (wink)
Kay: Whatever. Just go to the Health Center. Then email me when you're done to let me know you're alive.
Me: Ok. Fine.
Yeah, I have yet to go. I peeked in and it looked scary. Maybe tomorrow. ;)
On a happier note: I've nearly figured out the thing about whether or not I'm going to pick up Catholic Studies and drop the Reading Endorsement. Pending tomorrow's lunch with Monsignor, I might become a Catholic Studies minor, which would be tremendous. I would love that. We'll have to see, I guess.
Now I'm off to Mass with 78 Dubuque Franciscans.
Oh, Franciscans.
Fear not, we will have a little Dominican representation on Thursday. Heck yes for Philosophy lectures! :)
Pax et veritas todos.
Me: My hand is still numb and tingly.
Kay: Maybe you should go to the Health Center.
Me: No. Everyone calls it the Death Center for a reason.
Kay: Well, just don't let them touch you. Just see what they SAY.
Me: I guess I could handle that.
Kay: Yeah, that would be good.
Me: But what if they tell me I'm dying?!
Kay: (stern look)
Me: Seriously, maybe it's a horrible neural disease and I'm going to die by the time I'm 22. And if that's the case, I want to be a martyr.
Kay: Hahaha! How will you arrange that?
Me: Padre always teases Rusty about being a martyr. He tells him to pick his feast day. I'm sure something could be arranged. (wink)
Kay: Whatever. Just go to the Health Center. Then email me when you're done to let me know you're alive.
Me: Ok. Fine.
Yeah, I have yet to go. I peeked in and it looked scary. Maybe tomorrow. ;)
On a happier note: I've nearly figured out the thing about whether or not I'm going to pick up Catholic Studies and drop the Reading Endorsement. Pending tomorrow's lunch with Monsignor, I might become a Catholic Studies minor, which would be tremendous. I would love that. We'll have to see, I guess.
Now I'm off to Mass with 78 Dubuque Franciscans.
Oh, Franciscans.
Fear not, we will have a little Dominican representation on Thursday. Heck yes for Philosophy lectures! :)
Pax et veritas todos.
