cyclothymia

Jeez, it's been a great week. I bet you're jealous.
Last weekend I played in an Ultimate Frisbee tournament. I've never played in one before but was suckered in under the allure of a "med & friends" team. We played 3 games on Saturday and then 2 on Sunday morning. It was quite tiring and I performed like my normal mediocre self, but still it was a lot of fun and I felt great afterward. The tournament was pretty small and chill and involved food for the price. On Sunday after playing 2 hot games in a row, we went over to the pool for a pizza party. Contrary to pretty much any other event I've ever been to, there was a lot of pizza actually left over. I ended up eating 2 whole ones and then getting back on the bike to do the rest of the day.
I have been biking a shitload, actually. No small thanks to Rosie's parents. Her parents have been out of town for 2 months and they live in a nice house about 18km south of the city. A couple friends have been housesitting there and I've been housevisiting. Monday and Tuesday night I was convinced to ride out there: they were both beautiful, mild nights with a full moon and pretty much the whole ride is on a separate bike path. Drinking and watching movies and stuff. Loverly.
School was fairly low this week. The topic was bone tumours and, as they are ridiculously rare, there wasn't much to learn. Or, at least, there wasn't much that I was learning. On Wednesday night I went to play frisbee, as normal, but we had been kicked off our field for whatever reason and so had to play on an adjacent field. In the dark. With glow sticks. I know it sounds cool and maybe I'm getting grumpy in my old age, but it wasn't that fun. Half the people were playing "seriously" and half weren't and the light-up disc kept turning off at opportune moments. I was unsatisfied, to speak the truth.
On Friday night I went back out to the housesitting place to bake a birthday cake. It was the birthday of a girl who had done her PhD in malaria, and Rosie and I made an awesome cake in the shape of a mosquito and a brownie platter representing the life cycle of the malaria parasite within the bloodstream.
Saturday was a huge day. Cycled at 8:30 out to the markets from afar and then went home. From home I went on to a garage sale for a girl trying to do some fundraising to go to Uganda. I hung out there for a while and saw stuff that I had donated by bought by a friend, which is funny if you think about it. I also picked up a nice thermos and a cool tea kettle. From there I quickly went home, dropped off my shit, picked up some beers, and went to the birthday party. The birthday girl put up some amazing Sri Lankan curries (who knew?) and the chocolate cakes were a hit. We hung out, enjoying the stillness of the afternoon and the post-prandial bliss, not to mention several beers, chatting away. From there I went on to a Bollywood party, only to be greeted by more free curries and beer. I hung out there for a while, listening to some classic Bollywood hits, chatting with people in saris, and having jello shots for the first time out of college.
This morning I had to wake up early and tutor for 5 hours (two different students) at the beautiful State Library. I met a friend and we went next door for a quick peak at an art gallery that had a "Michael Jackson thing you have to see". The piece was done by some woman who had recruited 16 "die-hard" MJ fans, without checking out their dancing or singing skills, and then filmed them as they performed all of Thriller, in one small area. The piece was 16 parallel vertical screens, each with a different person, singing and dancing away to music that only they could hear. It may sound weird but it was actually pretty funny and nice. People were very different and listening to them all sing "together" without background music (especially starting all at once from a longish point with no singing) was very enjoyable. Now I'm still at the library, trying to do some work. But it's not working out.
Jesus, I didn't know that!1
Bone tumors piss me off. I mean, I apologise to all the bone tumorers out there, but they're just so far. In the UK, there are about 6 children with a Ewing's tumor each year. Since it's discovery nearly 100 years ago, there have been about 200 cases of an (admittedly awesome-named) adamantinoma. Talk about clinical relevance.
Also, how badly do you want leprosy?
Medical Word of the Post:
echolalia - a disorder where someone involuntarily repeats the same word several times