A little of this, a little of that

* I have a coworker who calls it the French Quarters, not the French Quarter. I find this quite amusing for some reason, perhaps because she is otherwise quite smart. I didn't have the heart to correct her.

* I'm going to feel a little guilty if Paul Broun ends up edging out James Marlow for the runoff slot against Jim Whitehead in the 10th district special election, as presently appears to be the case. See, I knew I couldn't convince my Republican parents to vote for Marlow, so when I balked at the notion of them voting for Whitehead and my Dad asked me the obligatory "then who's a better option" question, I blanked on exactly which of the other candidates was least crazy and suggested he look at Paul Broun. I think unfortunately he listened. My thinking at the time was that anything that siphoned votes from Whitehead and kept him from 50% was a good thing. I vastly underestimated Broun's support, apparently. Whoops.

* I went to the doctor today to answer the threatening instructions from family and friends that I get checked out after vertigo last week, sharp stomach pains and a fever on Friday night, and then a fainting spell on Saturday in the bathroom at Moe's and Joe's. (NOT where you want to faint, for future reference.) Well, after taking bloodwork, doing an EKG and physical exam, and asking me a bunch of questions the short answer was she has no idea what's wrong with me until the bloodwork comes back, and potentially even then. However, she's scheduled me for an MRI of my brain, which is scary both because she said she wanted to make sure I didn't have a tumor and because I'm a claustrophobic who gets hives at the mere thought of being stuck in a tube and I can't get out. Now I think she was really honest with me about the tumor thing and what she was trying to rule out because we talked about what I do for a living and how a part of that is defending doctors and hospitals in medical malpractice cases, and so she thought I could handle the unvarnished truth of what she was doing without the sugarcoated bullshit, and she probably also wanted to show me how thorough she was in checking for every possible cause. I guess that's what I get for being a lawyer.

* I am inappropriately happy that the doctor did shrug off any worries about me having an ulcer, which means I can drink again! Woo hoo! Also my blood pressure and pulse rate were both good, so good that I think she was almost surprised that someone so obviously NOT in shape as me had a BP of 100/75. What can I say, good genes.