A is for Allies in this awesome film by Equinox.
It also stands for Agenders. And Asexuals. And Aromantics.
And so much more.
Let me emphasize how FAR it is from all the way up north to all the way down… to the middle of the Netherlands.
Okay, it’s not that far.
But some of us got up at four thirty even though we set the alarm for five thirty cause we were SO FREAKING EXCITED!
I did my best. I was overtime. And then I wasn’t. And I almost started crying. The audience laughed a lot. Both men and women told me they cried afterwards. There were some amazing speeches tho. And I wasn’t in the top three.
This is my speech.
I’m flying along at forty thousand feet. I’m dressed in layers. I’m in the window seat. I’ve settled in for a long seven hour SLEEP.
Then I hear those magical words, “Chicken or Pasta”.
I’m WIDE AWAKE.
Chicken or pasta.
Do I want the healthier chicken or the TEMPTING pasta?
Chicken or pasta is a simple question. Other questions can be a bit more complicated.
What should I study? What will my career be? Will I date that guy? Will I marry that girl? Do I rent or buy a house? Do I want children?
Contest Chair and fellow decision makers, if you have focus – if you know your way forward, making difficult decisions can be easier.
Just finished with the (multiple) eye doctors.
The relaxed eye (turns out it is only the right eye, not the left) is only turning out slightly (-1 as opposed to -50) and they suspect that my eyes are freaking out because the glasses prescription is slightly off (it used to be -2.50 – now it’s -2.00).
After 40ish it is normal for the eyes to stop being able to compensate for a slightly wrong prescription.
So the next step is go back and get correct glasses and see if the symptoms go away.
And while I was starting to panic a bit that the STRONGER pain medicine had already lost its efficacy today, I realized that I’m allowed to take one pill three times a day and I had only taken one pill.
I took a second and the headaches are gone again.
The best part about the recommendation from general practitioner to specialist is the waiting.
No letter. No call.
In the meantime, apparently it’s a pattern of mine to lash out and / or pick fights when I’m stressed.
In the Netherlands, when you need to see a specialist or even if you suspect you MIGHT need to see a specialist, you meet with your general practitioner first.
If you don’t, your insurance typically doesn’t cover it.
That appointment is usually something along these lines. Call the secretary. Make an appointment for sometime later that week or next week. See your general practitioner. Explain why you need to see a specialist. The GP enters the recommendation online, answering the questions each specialist requests. Weeks or months later you receive a letter in the mail with your appointment and a package of paperwork to complete before the appointment.
It’s a long process.
Which is awesome.
But that also means that you can go YEARS without an exam.
Which is not so awesome.
I won first place at the Area competition and will be competing 15 April at the Division C contest where I will compete against up to seven other people in the English International Speech competition.
All of the previous stressors are the same but MORE.