pedro

all my pedometers are called pedro, BTW. yes, i'm very boring. :P
my previous pedro was a special one my uncle dickdick in hong kong bought for me! see, my previous pedro had run outta batteries and died a natural death; then for some absurd reason, my parents weren't willing to buy me a new one!
that was january 2010. i hop online, and send a facebook message to my cousin-in-law, uncle dickdick, who buys me one. :) the payment he asks ... one kiss. :P
that was a small price to pay; i payed it. in fact, i paid it so well that uncle dick clutched the cheek i'd kissed and said, 'oh, i'm never going to wash this cheek again, coz emily kissed it!" :P i laughed @ him. "silly, then your wife will never kiss you again either, you dirty old man." he laughs it off. 'not a problem,' he replies, 'my wife can kiss my other cheek.' :P
back in brisbane, i found out that this particular pedro loved me - heaps! like, i'd walk one hundred steps, and it'd give me four hundred! i got into the habit of @ least halving my total.

sadly, i'm guilty of manslaughter. >< see, my mum gleefully forced me to endure hydrotherapy (i HATE getting wet, but that's a story for another post) and i was unhappily moving through the water, when my hydrotherapist asks me, "umm... emily, why are there bubbles coming from your pants?"
oh sh*t!!!
i immediately take it off, but alas, it's gone to heaven. :S
so my mother buys me a new pedometer. and quickly, that one dies a natural death (outta battery.)
the one i'm using now is actually one my mother won as some raffle prize from some nursing talk she attended several weeks ago! it hasn't decided if it likes me yet; sometimes it gives me roughly 130 steps to the bathroom, but other times only forty! :P
well, i'll have physio @ UQ resume mid-late january. hopefully PIG mum'll buy me a new pedometer once this one's battery runs out, else i'll just take to counting each step i walk out aloud. LOUDLY. :P(it's how i got one back; i counted each step out aloud and wrote the new total everytime i sat down; some UQ physio supervisor got so pissed with hearing me count each step out aloud she told mum to give it back to me! :P
one last thing; this pedometer i'm using right now, it's SUICIDAL! :P like, seriously! i go to the loo, dak myself, then -PLOP! it falls into the toilet bowl! "MUM!!!" i wail. she comes, snatches the thing out, dries it, then opens it to have a look. "hey, it's still alive,' she says, surprised. lol. well, it's a race, then: either it's battery will run out first, or it will successfully commit suicide. :P
until next time! (dunno what the next event might be ...?)
cheers,
em. ^^