my future pet
Lately I’ve begun to accept the high probability that I will be a diva spinster. Going to a foreign land didn’t increase my chances of finding an activity partner so I must wrap my head around this possibility. I don’t feel sorry for myself though. I like doing my own stuff in my own time anyway. However, tonight I was left home alone because my auntie had to go on duty. I was reminded of a 30 Rock episode where Liz realized that staying single forever might mean that if she choked, no one would be there to do the Heimlich. So I could be a diva spinster with my fabulous Isaac Mizrahi for Target clothes and have a heart attack and die because no one is going to bring me to the ER. I therefore conclude I must start looking for the smartest dog on the planet, one that could call and talk to a 911 operator.
December 31st, 2007 at 3:31 am
myra! i remember during one of our 2nd year cardio lectures, that if you’re driving a car by your lonesome and you feel a heart attack/v.fib coming (don’t know if they have an aura of sorts), you should force a cough to defibrillate yourself or something. anything else important I’ve forgotten.