My advisor has not responded to a single email I've sent him in the past week. He's practically never in his office. There are several time-sensitive things that I need to discuss with him.

Do you have a sleeping bag? Maybe you could crash in front of his door? (Seriously, Hil, I can't even imagine how frustrated you must be).

OK, Bitches. I'm skipping and skimming for your ~mas.

I've been really quiet the past (enter a number) hours, because life were full of All Sorts of Things I didn't even had the power to summarize in the end of every day.

One of those things was my sister's health.

On Tuesday I got the call from my parents she's in the ER, and they're there with her. Now, there's a part of me that's waiting for this call ever since she was stationed on the border of Gaza. Stuff are falling around her 24/7 from the sky, so I feared that day.

In this case, thank God thank God thank God, it wasn't anything that had to do with Stuff Falling from the Sky, Hamas' Payback Time or any kind of the Armed Struggle. Still, I freaked out a little when I did get that call. You see, that call... Could have been That Call.

In the past week and a half my sister developed some kind of infection in her elbow, probably in her tendons. Being a commander in charge of several soldiers, some of them are sick, and with a Life and Death Responsibility on her shoulders 24/7, she didn't take care of herself - she needed to be there. For some days now, her entire arm was numb, so she finally figured she needed to see a doctor (well, only after my mom shouted at her to go and see one ASAP). The army Doctor sent her straight to the ER, where she was given a reception for antibiotics.

The antibiotics doesn't seem to work, and it's the third day she's on them. She's still in pain and need to make use of said arm in her job. Stupid Army Regulations prevents her from seeing a doctor for the time being (because it's not life and death issue, but she need to be sent again to the ER). At the moment, we're trying to see our options to take care of her without breaking army regulations ASAP.

So I'd really appreciate any kind of health~ma towards her, make it Seeing A Doctor Soon~ma or Get That Antibiotics Working~ma.

Oh Shir. Tons and tons and tons of health ~ma for your sister and calm ~ma for you.

Lots of health~ma, Shir.

Oh, Shir, so much ~ma. Your poor sister. Grr at the regulations.

I do not know what is up with my body. I've been really dizzy all day. Eating seems to not help much. I checked the side effects of codeine, and one of them is low blood pressure, so I checked mine a few times during the day, and it's been fine. Lowest it got was 108/79. So, not blood sugar, not blood pressure, and I don't have a fever. I just feel dizzy. It looks like that can also be a side effect of the codeine. I really hope this doesn't become another thing where I need to try 80 medicines before finding one that doesn't screw up something else.

Oh, Shir, loks of health~ma for your Sis. And peace of mind~ma for you and your folks.

Oh, update on my mom -- she's feeling better, and has to adjust some of her medications because there are some that people who have had allergic reactions like that aren't supposed to take. Since she's on a zillion other medications and had heart problems, it's complicated for the doctors to figure out which ones are OK to give her. So far, her insurance company has rejected two of the medications that her doctors decided on.

Also, her blood test results came back, they tested her for pretty much every known allergen, and the tests showed that she's allergic to nothing. So, still no idea what caused the reaction. She thinks it was a protein bar, since that was the only thing she ate that day that she'd never had before, but it's one of those kinds with about 100 ingredients, almost none of them remotely natural, so she's just not eating that particular kind again, and hoping that whatever it was that caused the reaction doesn't show up in any other food.

Shir, much ~ma for your sister.

An Indian woman just strolled into my cube and was all, "Hi, I'm new, I'm Indian, you're Indian, who else is Indian?" It was kind of awkward, which is why I have not used that tactic on the Indian guy on this floor. She seemed sort of disappointed that I could only name two other Indians and no Indian women, at least in-house. I gave her suggestions on how to find housing, and she asked if I knew any girls in Berkeley who were looking for roommates. I did not. It was all very strange and amusing.

(And before you ask, no.)