Hella-what?

So I survived the padded table, dim lights, and hot gel of the ImageCare people.  whew.  But not without almost peeing myself as the technician pressed on my "please come with a full" bladder with the ultrasound rod and the warm gel.  ...gee, that almost sounds dirty.  Well, results to come - apparently the strenuous breathing exercises they put me through (I'm telling you, they think I'm preggers) were not good enough to make the pictures readable on the spot, but I'll let you know if there're any growths...or miraculous births.  

Other news - my vet is on vacation and my horse is still off.  BUT the best part of the story is WHERE he is on vacation and WHAT he will be doing there:

WHERE: Canada

WHAT: Heli-hiking

WHY: Well, why the hell not? 

So, if my vet comes back alive, hopefully my horse will get better.  In the meantime, here's some reading I think anyone would enjoy, picked up from the only reliable source of information, Yahoo! News (where else?): 

10 Things You No Longer Have to Worry About  

Oh, the hemoglobin!

So, going in to get an ultrasound today - and before you think anything, NO I'm not pregnant - apparently that's not the only thing they use that procedure for.  Although, the whole situation does sound a little fishy - come in with a full bladder and be prepared for an ultrasound. huh.  In all likelihood I will show up at the place and get tended to by a school nurse armed with a mercury thermometer.  "So are you sure you're not pregnant?  Because it's got to be that or mono."  Oh well, I have pretty good faith in equipment that is also used by my large animal vet. 

Eh.  Countdown to Paris begins.  (assuming I get approved for a Visa this Thursday...because I didn't wait till the last minute to get those forms in).  Apparently Campus France liked my application, though, because I applied the day after I received an email from my program saying that Campus France has been unresponsive for some students for over a month.  I was accepted a week and a half later.  Hmm, must be my finesse.  But more likely, dumb luck...and nun chuck skills.