More Fun with Rat Poison

I talked to the doctor today, and found out that my INR was indeed too high. It was 4.8. It's supposed to be no higher than 3.5. Whoopsie!

So...you know what this means.



I can has salad.

Also...in related news, I've sprung another leak. My legs are starting to look like doomsey has been beating me or something.

Skeletor Dances

Today, doomsey and I went with his family (his grandmother was in town) to our niece's dance recital. In a couple of the performances, there was this one girl who obviously had an eating disorder. I'm guessing that she was a Freshman or a Sophomore in high school, but it was hard to say for sure. It was heart-breaking because the poor girl was rail thin. I had a hard time focusing on the dance or what the rest of the performers on stage were doing because I kept staring at her. She looked so unhealthy that it was frightening. At one point, she stumbled a bit during her performance, and I felt my heart sink. The girl was nothing but skin and bones and she reminded me of a dancing skeleton. I have no idea if she's is going to survive or not if she doesn't get help.

Why do women and girls do this to themselves? Why? Seriously, I think more parents need to sit their daughters down and talk about self-image, what's a realistic weight, and what's not (Hollywood...I'm looking at you).

This might be entirely the wrong approach and not my business, but if I were her dance instructor, I would say something either to her, her parents, or both. Hell, I probably wouldn't let her dance unless she took some steps towards getting therapy and getting herself to a healthy weight.

What's wrong with our culture? Attractive women are supposed to have curves...not look like sick, emaciated waifs.