As far as Mischa's concerned, he continues to amble through life in robust good health, with nary a concern save when his Humans will stop interrupting his Sleeping Schedule to drag him off to sharp-smelling rooms with people in white coats ( Read more... )

When you're young you can eat what you like, drink what you like, and still climb into your twenty-six-inch-waist trousers and zip them closed. But then you reach that age... twenty-six, twenty-seven... your muscles give up, they wave a little white flag and without any warning you're suddenly a fat bastard.

- Carter, the Unstoppable Sex Machine
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Mischa's condition is ( gradually improving )

Wow. Only seven hours' sleep? I guess I'm caught up at last. Ever since Monday I've been switching my alarm-clock off, crashing out by about ten o'clock and sleeping like a python for nine or ten hours ( Read more... )

Dear major Swiss health insurance company,

Uh... sorry. Let me hear that again.

You're refusing to insure me?You oh-so-generously offer me the basic Swiss insurannce, because it's legally mandated and you don't have a goddamn choice. But all I'm asking you for on top of that, is emergency foreign cover. I'm asking you to get me patched up ( Read more... )

I've always had a name for eating a lot-I think most of my friends will attest that I'm a dangerous critter at the feeding-trough. I can't imagine how many times people have looked at me and said, in pained and envious tones, "How do you stay so slim?On a whim, I've decided to tally up my calorie count, and see how much I get through per day. ( Read more... )

( The state of the leg. )

Teeth: good. Still some soreness and tenderness in the Impact Crater, but this is declining rather than increasing so I haven’t bothered taking it to the dentist. The stitches come out on Friday ( Read more... )

So far so good! I’m able to eat most foods now, if they’re not too tough or stick-in-teethy. I can’t open my mouth more than half an inch, my left jaw socket is making interesting crunching noises in my ear as I chew, the corner of my mouth is all scabby and icky and there’s a vaguely purulent-looking blister just inside it; but on the other hand ( Read more... )

Impacted wisdom teeth are a lot worse than ordinary ones. I reaffirm my conviction that anaesthetics are humanity’s finest invention. And now I’d like to stop drooling blood, please. And I’d like something stronger than ibuprofen. And why do saliva and blood make such an adhesive combination ( Read more... )