Dun, duh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh

Even though I'm not a huge hockey fan it's hard not to get swept up in Hawks-mania. I was at a pub in Lakeview to watch the Hawks win the Stanley Cup. We were sprayed with victory champagne, received hugs from strangers, and ran amuck in the crowds. Two days later, I attended the parade to celebrate the win which went right past my school. Apparently 2 million people filled downtown to see the team and the cup. It was amazing and here are some photos:




If you zoom in on this picture you will see the Stanley Cup. I was running out of my school just as it drove by.



Illinois flags replaced with Blackhawks flags:




A guy who worked at my school climbed up a three story fire escape to take this picture:


This guy was awesome:

Dishes, Theatre, and Weird Disorders

Since I got home I've been waiting for a day when I didn't have dishes in my sink to provide you with a triumphant picture of a clean, empty sink. I'm still waiting. Ever since I ran out of paper bowls my motivation to wash my dishes on a regular basis has taken a nose dive. So, refer back to my original picture of my kitchen and that should give you an idea of what it looks like right now :(

In unrelated news, I recently saw the Greatest Show on Earth:

Point Break Live

Random disorders I just learned about:

Remember the movie Blink? I do. I just learned that there is a visual disorder that is very similar to the one the chick in the movie experiences. It's called palinopsia and it's quite freaky.

Also, a recent National Geographic had an article on sleep and described a rare sleep disorder called fatal familial insomnia which renders a person unable to fall asleep ever again.

Update

Rest assured, when I get back to Chicago I will post an "after" photo showing how well my behavioural modification plan turned out for my dishes. Feel the suspense!

In the meantime I am presently languishing at my mother's house dying of food poisoning. I ate a rotten omlette in the Midway airport before I flew to Buffalo and haven't been the same since. I can't go anywhere or do anything. Fortunately my mom was around to take care of me...until she gave herself food poisoning by eating 9 day old leftovers. So now we're both sick, stuck on the couch watching episode after episode of Criminal Minds.

We tried to make a list of foods we can eat without making us sick (it's a short list). Actual conversation:

Me: "Ok what about pickles?"
Mom: "I've got some Klassen's upstairs in the fridge."
Me: "Will pickles destroy my stomach?"
Mom: "I don't know, it's a good pickle."

Behavioural Modification

As per the requirements of my cognitive-behavioural therapy class, we have to design and implement a behavioural modification intervention for ourselves to target a problem. In keeping with my last post about my messy apartment, I chose to focus on dish washing for the rest of the semester.

I abhor doing dishes and usually put it off for days or until I run out of cutlery. This is obviously problematic. To change my behaviour, I'm using a website called www.mytomatoes.com. It's an online timer that keeps track of how long to work, when to take breaks, and saves your progress online.

As part of my write-up I had to provide baseline data so I took a picture of my sink on a typical day. Behold:



We'll see what happens over the next 5 weeks!

Bulls Game

I actually hate basketball but I attended this game under the assumption we'd have seats close to the court. Sadly, we were second to the highest row in the United Center which is approximately 396390458409584058404 feet from the court. It turned out that basketball in person is just as boring as basketball on TV. Fortunately, there was wine and hard liquor available. Also, Vince Vaughn was in the audience which was the most entertaining part of the night. Oh well, one more thing to cross off my list of things to do in Chicago.

Comps

For the past 2 months I've been working on my comprehensive exam which is a medieval torture device used by graduate institutions. It has been nothing short of ridiculously time consuming and aggravating but I finally submitted the written portion today. I now have at least two weeks to prepare for my oral defence which means I am constructing the Binder of Champions. This includes articles, book segments, and testing instrument manuals that I cite to justify my diagnosis and methods of assessment. I bring this in the defence with me and use it to shield my body from scary questions.

To give you a visual of how busy/chaotic my life has been I'm posting a few photos of the comps bomb that went off in my apartment. For those of you who have lived with me (sorry) you're already used to the carnage so this shouldn't be surprising. However, I'd like to think I've gotten better over the years. Apparently I easily slip into my old habits...

La Vie en Rose

I know I haven't given an update in a long time but it's mostly because my life is wildly unbloggable. But here's a tidbit I'll share.

I woke up with pink eye. After consulting with the Queen of Pink Eye, I went to Walgreens (the American shoppers) and asked the pharmacist for polysporin eye drops (they're over-the-counter in Canada and cost a few bucks). But you guessed it - they're prescription only in the US. To see a doctor out-of-pocket would be at least $45. My insurance doesn't cover eye exams so I'd have to see a GP. To do that, I'd have to find out which doctor is in my network and make an appointment, then get the prescription filled. This would probably take a whole day and I don't have that kind of time because I'm trying to finish comprehensive exams.

To solve this clusterfuck, I'm having my sister fedex some eye drops tonight so I'll have them tomorrow. While I'm waiting, I'm going to get some homework done then watch the Olympics with my good eye. Go Johnny Weir!!!!!

**********Update**********

My attempt to have the drops mailed to me has been foiled by the FDA. Apparently, my sister has to fill out reams of paperwork explaining why I need these drops, why I can't get them in the states, and it has to be clear that they're going to me and no one else. In addition, it would cost somewher ebetween $60-80 to have the drops fedex'd to me overnight. The kicker: even if we did all this, there's a chance I wouldn't be able to receive the drops because they're technically a prescription drug in the states. So now I'm calling around trying to find a cheap clinic. Pretty soon my eye is going to start leaking blood. The saga continues...