Pistachios

Pistachio means happy nut in our language. For some reasons, I feel for pistachios today.

It's the day to see my doctor and to get my HAV vaccine. My situation has been worsen since last August. I wonder what I have done for the past six months to make this happened. It has been the same all the time except today. I guess it's good for a change? To listen something new for such a long time? I don't know. It's not like it has anything to do with my life. But that might partially explain the pimples I get for the past couple of months. It seems like it's not going away, no matter what I eat. I hate to look ugly. Boo......

Then I got my HAV vaccine. It was given by a young cute clinic nurse called Mark. I totally forgot his name but I recognized his cutie head. Um...he's bold, I guess he shaved. For some reasons, it was awfully painful this time. I don't remember it was like that 6 months ago. My deltoid muscle was completely numb after the shot. I was like "I should come tomorrow instead cos I have a vball game tonight, actually 2!!" He laughed. Later I found out that he's a lecturer for UofT Nursing. It's so surprising cos he looked so young. Or may be he just LOOKS young lol.

When I was waiting for the Doctor to call, I shopped around at the main lobby. I got some gummies and pistachios. My secretary was like "Monika you're so nice. Thanks." Me: ugh. This is actually not nice at all. The main reason of getting those is that I really didn't what to get from the shop, but I wanted to get something. In order not to get anything to spoil or fatten myself, I choose to poison the others. Man I am evil. Right, I am the most selfish person in the world. Why pistachios? Something tells me to get pistachios today.

So, treatment it is, medication again. At least it's free and useful, can't ask for more. More research has to be done for my own good. At the same time, it's time to call Charles, my favourite clinician in HK to discuss the problem. I like talking to Charles, but it's been a while since the last time we talked. See, a change is not always bad. Sometimes, it pulls people closer together. An ultrasound and a biopsy is waiting ahead of me before the medication. Not nervous anymore.

Pistachios, such a weird name for a kind of nut. Sounds like italian. But doesn't it come from China? Does pistachio mean happy in italian?