drugs: a mixed bag

So I've had this cough...its going on three weeks. I went to the doctor about a week into it and asked him not to put me on antibiotics because they really do make me a little crazy. I usually don't need much help in that department. But the cough persists and so I went back yesterday. This time I accepted them plus a monster decongestant. And I feel...crazy. I'm realizing that I'm really sensetive to meds (that's why I avoid them if I can) but yet I can't shake this thing without them, it seems. So what to do...trade a long lingering yet only just annoying illness for a few days of heart throbbing, fuzzy headed, fog? I guess so.
It takes getting worse to get better, I guess. I have long enjoyed an occassional sick day, being just sick enough...to not have to do anything big read and watch movies in bed and drink tea. Doesn't that sound great? I thought I was weird until I read in C.S. Lewis' Surprised by Joy basically the same sentiment. Maybe its only a pleasure those of us who prefer a book and a cozy place to just about anything else enjoy.

"Well...how delightful."

I have a naked mole rat sitting on my desk. I know, a bit scandelous or at the least, a bit disgusting.
It all started with this show called Kim Possible. I've only seen it five or six times but found it duly amusing. Its on Saturday mornings. Imagine Alias, but just in high school. Kim has all the cool spy staff. Most of which her dad (he's a rocket scientist) hooks her up with. And she has friends a normal life (like Sydney used to and I'm sure would like t have back) and one thing Sydney doesn't: a naked mole rat named Rufus that follows her around and often gets Kim and her sidekick Ron out of scrapes.
So for valetine's day, I get this pink thing. It's from my sister Rachel. I recoginize it at Kim's little pal, Rufus. But I still had yet to realize that he's more than a little pink thing, he's a real animal...the naked mole rat: http://www.letus.org/bmatters/animals/mole-rat.html
A good friend pointed out that link to me. And in her words, I leave you..."well...how delightful."

Good Friday

Not much in the realm of deep thought today about Easter.

I am watching Troy, however. I read the Iliad this summer because I wanted to read it before I saw the movie. I'm just now watching the movie. But the one thing that strikes me in this story, as morbid as it is, is the genius of Homer, whoever he was, in writing such a story that leads you to care for both sides (well except Agamemnon, he's just a big power hungry jerk all around) but Hector, Paris, Priam, the rest of the Trojan's, I had always though they were the bad guys. The Iliad doesn't give much indication about whether or not Helen really willingly went with Paris or not, but whether or not, there is a nobility in Hector that really makes me care about him and want Troy to win. Of course they don't.
Here's something I should know, but I don't. I was one class short of a greek minor in college (little known fact) and yet there are things that I just don't get. That last class was on Homer, so maybe that's why. I read both the Iliad and the Odyssey this summer, looking for the fate of Troy, the famous wooden horse (I almost wrote rabbit...how sad is that?) and this whole thing with Achilles' heal and his weaknesses and his prophesied death...it doesn't happen within either of those books. So where is it? Are they in other greek writings? It just seemed odd to me.
The movie's not over yet. But if it does have the answers to those questions...can I really trust it? There's the cynic in me.

Maundy Thursday

I didn't grow up in a church that talks much about liturgy, tradition, or the history of the church. In fact, I barely know the history of my own home church. But somewhere along the line I became fascinated by the past of the church--the liturgy, the tradition, the history.
This is one of those times of year when I find myself being particularly curious.
Today is the way we celebrate as Maundy Thursday--the day of the Garden of Gesemene, the day of the betrayal, the day of the denial, the day when the created decreed death upon its creator. I've always thought that Easter, Good Friday, Maundy Thursday, and Holy Saturday should hold more emotion for me than they do. But then again, I'm not going to manufacture some semblance of emotion in my heart. Something tells me that they'll come in their own time. Because its not about emotion, its about relationship. Its about relationship to the one who was scurged and beaten and betrayed and denied.
I'm pretty good at starting these things, but the stopping part I feel like needs work. So I'll just let that be that. I think it was Ravi Zaccharias that once said that the more you talk (or write in this case) the closer you are to heresy.

Licorice Tea

I'm still trying to figure out how this works, but I think I like it. Honestly, I do have a lot to say but wonder if its worth telling.
So I guess I'll just throw it out there, and if you don't think its worth reading then don't read it!
I love licorice tea. Its taken me on this journey where I've discovered that I really do like licorice in almost any form. I began drinking the tea because they say it's good for your adrenals (which I need). But then I kept drinking it because it's just good! It has a natural sweetness to it but yet not overpowering.
Licorice candy is nice, too. I'm not talking about the red ropes like twizlers, here. There is no "red kind" of licorice. Licorice is black. Sorry folks, its just the way it is. You don't have to like it. Most people don't, and I'm totally fine with that. In fact, I usually like things more when I know that most people don't really care for it.
Just one of my many quirks.

I have arrived....

I feel like a brand new me just exploded onto the internet.