Does Karma exist?
Dec. 14th, 2009 05:38 pmI've felt like I've been in a strange haze this past week. With all that was going on with my heart, I've not been doing as much work for my PhD which has frustrated me but my mind's just not been in the right state.
Today I had my appointment at the anti coagulant clinic, and it was a long day of waiting, for blood to be taken and to see the doctor. I've now got the prescription and I'm to see the doctor again on Thursday, basically to check how my INR levels are doing and then I'll be told what I'm to take to try and regulate the INR levels to around 2.5. I'm currently at 1.2. We're still waiting to hear from Dr Morrison about my case notes which will determine if I'm to have surgery or further examinations. My Mum is going to chase up the secretary tomorrow to see where they are up to.
Yesterday (Sunday), I was at the Liverpool vs Arsenal game. I didn't actually watch the match. I was helping the union I'm a part of, trying to hand out leaflets and also to stop our owners from entering the stadium, which I'm happy to say we were mostly successful with. One of them got turned away by police due to health and safety concerns (an angry mob of supporters :P). The son of the other owner managed to sneak it just at kick off which was annoying but we disrupted him anyway, and apparently he didn't leave until much later after the game since he was scared.
Anyway, I missed a lot of what went on because I stayed at the corner of the stadium called Flagpole Corner, handing out flyers which detailed reasons why our union is unhappy with the current ownership. There was an older Indian woman who was also part of the union helping out, and we were generally chatting to each other. Commenting on how some of our support just don't care when they should. Anyway, she was going to watch the game, but before she left, she came to me and handed me something. They were executive box tickets to the Wednesday game against Wigan. I was absolutely gobsmacked. She said that one was for me and the other was for my Dad. I had earlier explained that instead of seeing the game that day, I was going home to watch it with my Dad and that I didn't get to many Premier League games. I only really got to see the European games. So I guess from that, she decided to hand me those tickets for Wednesday and she explained that she was going to help me with the game after that. I couldn't believe the generosity of her. I was so stunned, I didn't even get to ask her name.
I spoke to my friend Paul (who is a committee member) and he was amazed too, but later said that I really deserved it. With all the help I've committed to the union, the signed shirt I gave away to Michael Shields, the worries with the TIA and my heart. I just kept saying I felt bad, like I didn't deserve it but he was adamant. So yeah, I wonder if Karma exists because things haven't been super great but those tickets are just a wonderfully generous gift. So I'll see her on Wednesday, and I will apologise for not asking her what her name was, and I'll be thanking her profusely.
Today I had my appointment at the anti coagulant clinic, and it was a long day of waiting, for blood to be taken and to see the doctor. I've now got the prescription and I'm to see the doctor again on Thursday, basically to check how my INR levels are doing and then I'll be told what I'm to take to try and regulate the INR levels to around 2.5. I'm currently at 1.2. We're still waiting to hear from Dr Morrison about my case notes which will determine if I'm to have surgery or further examinations. My Mum is going to chase up the secretary tomorrow to see where they are up to.
Yesterday (Sunday), I was at the Liverpool vs Arsenal game. I didn't actually watch the match. I was helping the union I'm a part of, trying to hand out leaflets and also to stop our owners from entering the stadium, which I'm happy to say we were mostly successful with. One of them got turned away by police due to health and safety concerns (an angry mob of supporters :P). The son of the other owner managed to sneak it just at kick off which was annoying but we disrupted him anyway, and apparently he didn't leave until much later after the game since he was scared.
Anyway, I missed a lot of what went on because I stayed at the corner of the stadium called Flagpole Corner, handing out flyers which detailed reasons why our union is unhappy with the current ownership. There was an older Indian woman who was also part of the union helping out, and we were generally chatting to each other. Commenting on how some of our support just don't care when they should. Anyway, she was going to watch the game, but before she left, she came to me and handed me something. They were executive box tickets to the Wednesday game against Wigan. I was absolutely gobsmacked. She said that one was for me and the other was for my Dad. I had earlier explained that instead of seeing the game that day, I was going home to watch it with my Dad and that I didn't get to many Premier League games. I only really got to see the European games. So I guess from that, she decided to hand me those tickets for Wednesday and she explained that she was going to help me with the game after that. I couldn't believe the generosity of her. I was so stunned, I didn't even get to ask her name.
I spoke to my friend Paul (who is a committee member) and he was amazed too, but later said that I really deserved it. With all the help I've committed to the union, the signed shirt I gave away to Michael Shields, the worries with the TIA and my heart. I just kept saying I felt bad, like I didn't deserve it but he was adamant. So yeah, I wonder if Karma exists because things haven't been super great but those tickets are just a wonderfully generous gift. So I'll see her on Wednesday, and I will apologise for not asking her what her name was, and I'll be thanking her profusely.