You look like you want to be an investor...

Today was really windy. That's all I have to say about the weather. I don't understand why Canadians are singled out as being the only people to speak about the weather...would it not be the same in the northern parts of the US? Anyway, we are in a weird winter. Our movie has been pushed - now set to start Principal Photography on March 22/06 and who knows, winter might hit us right upside the head with a wicked blizzard. Okay, so I'm only half okay with going to camera in a wicked blizzard.

Ho hum.

So I got a phone message from my knee specialist the other day. He has my MRI results. Great. Apparently, I can avoid going under the knife for now...however, there is a tear. I don't know where. I only heard his message once and really quickly. I wanted to call him back to find out more. When I called the office the receptionist was like "oh, dr. hakoun is out of the office." I was like, aight, well I'm just returning his call for when he gets in next. She was like 'well, he's in Israel!'. Hmmm. Oh!? She asked me to book an appointment to see him - although, i don't have time for physio right now - and it's mega expensive in my neck of the words (go Y&E). I told her I would call back when I am able to figure out when I can meet with him. Yvette, the receptionist, was like 'well he's only back for three days in Feb. I'm getting curious at this point as to what this means. "Okay, is mid-February a good time?" "he's in the 13,14,15..." "where is he after that?" "Israel" "does he live in israel?" "yup".

Why am I getting referred to a doctor who doesn't live in Canada???? He works in Toronto 3 days a month. I'm telling you - I want his job. 36 days/year - that is a nice trade off for a medical profession. I remember seeing him the first time to be assesed about what my problems could be. He had me doing all these weird leg stretches. By the end of the day, I was prescribed orthotics (hella expensive), told my hips were hyper-extensive and that this was creating a great deal of pressure on my knees/posture....

I laugh. I was born with my legs behind my head - honest to God, my legs developped like that in my mother's womb. Yes, I was a tummy-cut delivery (i don't know how to spell cesarian). I needed physio therapy at birth. How fun is that? Could this simply have been my life-long fate? who knows. I mean, I think it's great - I abused my body with sports, especially kick boxing. No matter what, it's very hard on your body. I miss it terribly though, and am barely able to participate as much. I hope that with the physio prescribed, I'll be able to walk up stairs without pain and maybe even get back into martial arts. Running is long gone in my world - also very sad. But I can always walk/hike.

That's my knee for ya. And whoda thunk it about my doc.

I'm going back to work. We have open auditions this saturday - busy, busy. I love it. It's unbelievable, but I love it.

I bought a dollar's worth of 7eleven candy (all 5c pieces) yesterday, and it was left untouched for 5.25 hours. That is indeed an amazing record. I had some production meetings that kept my mind off the wonderful gummies. If you know me, and know how much I love the 1c / 5c candies, you'd be proud.

Hugs to the blog world out there reading this.