Dirty Hotel Room Glasses
Monday, December 17, 2007
Really gross. I’m sticking to the disposable cups from now on.
Scary chest pains
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Yesterday I had to run for the Metrolink train in Union Station. Like, really run. The Metro subway that I normally take from Pershing Square (where my work is) to Union Station stopped for an abnormally long time. After nervously glancing at my watch every couple minutes and watching the long hand hit “5” and thinking, omg, I know my watch is a few minutes fast but I don’t know how much faster exactly… the train operators opened the door between the subway cars and had us cross over into some empty cars they just attached so we could exit into the station. That never happens.
The distance between the Metro Red Line and my Metrolink train to Orange County consists of 3 long sets of stairs and, I’m estimating, about 200 meters of hallway. As I ran with my purse, oversized water bottle, and coat in my arms, my chest started to burn and I started wheezing. Five seconds after I stepped onto the train, the doors closed. I was so relieved. The next train would have been 45 minutes later.
But the next 10 minutes, every breath I took caused a stabbing pain in my chest and I was seriously afraid of an asthma attack. I’ve been developing asthma since the end of college and was not formally diagnosed until law school. I forced myself to relax, and slowly the pains subsided. My lungs felt like they were fluttering instead of constricting.
When I got home, the breathing-related pains were gone, but I had pains on the left side of my chest. Pretty scary. I measured my blood pressure and it was higher than normal. Dave convinced me to stay home today. And so I am.
Stupid asthma.
No end in sight for China’s me-first generation
Monday, January 29, 2007
This article quotes a family planning official as “envious” of only children for having more educational and financial resources from their parents since they don’t have to share with siblings. The official also assures the public that the “only children generation” is not as scary as one would think – they are not little emperors/titans/monsters who can’t tolerate authority. What about the other problems with being an only child ripe for spoiling by at least two parents and four grandparents, not to mention other extended family?