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Well now, it's been three weeks since I last updated. I fail at lj. So anyway, here is the news.
This year, in health, I have decided on the theme of "middle aged man." Last year I went with "Victorian street urchin" and got croup and knocked myself out with coughing up my lungs for three months. This year: sciatica! Seriously now! My dad had that ten years ago! (It came on when he was picking me up from my cello lesson, for those interested in the past minutiae of my relatives' lives.)
So I was knocked out with co-codamol and diclofenac for a week, which was nice. Also nice: one or more of those things made me throw up in the morning. I had to go to work late because every morning I'd get up, take my tablets and have to lie down in a darkened room. I also lost the ability to think or be awake for more than 12 hours a day.
In other exciting news, my dad threw out the washing powder scoop and we had to use a shot glass instead.
I have been promised snow tonight. Blizzards of it, and temperatures of -10! (Erm, I've also just remembered I've left my window open so I hope it's not actually -10.) Thus far there is a flurry. A FLURRY. THAT'S NOT EVEN A SMATTERING. I have purchased leg warmers especially! (They were only £3.99 from H&M and actually rather brilliant although I will be wearing them only UNDER my jeans.)
Most bizarre thing I've seen lately (ie. right now): a montage of last year's Superbowl highlights played over soundbites of Obama's inauguration speech. The Steelers are his team apparently! And as such, this is an immensely historical moment, I guess? The Cardinals are also saying YES WE CAN? (I'm not being sarcastic, this is actually being said in all seriousness.) (Twits.) (BBC, what's happened?!)
Finally, I have discovered peanut butter m&ms (they don't exist here!) annnnd I am trying to detox off effexor. Again. It's going better than last time! I only feel vaguely ill! Hurrah!
This year, in health, I have decided on the theme of "middle aged man." Last year I went with "Victorian street urchin" and got croup and knocked myself out with coughing up my lungs for three months. This year: sciatica! Seriously now! My dad had that ten years ago! (It came on when he was picking me up from my cello lesson, for those interested in the past minutiae of my relatives' lives.)
So I was knocked out with co-codamol and diclofenac for a week, which was nice. Also nice: one or more of those things made me throw up in the morning. I had to go to work late because every morning I'd get up, take my tablets and have to lie down in a darkened room. I also lost the ability to think or be awake for more than 12 hours a day.
In other exciting news, my dad threw out the washing powder scoop and we had to use a shot glass instead.
I have been promised snow tonight. Blizzards of it, and temperatures of -10! (Erm, I've also just remembered I've left my window open so I hope it's not actually -10.) Thus far there is a flurry. A FLURRY. THAT'S NOT EVEN A SMATTERING. I have purchased leg warmers especially! (They were only £3.99 from H&M and actually rather brilliant although I will be wearing them only UNDER my jeans.)
Most bizarre thing I've seen lately (ie. right now): a montage of last year's Superbowl highlights played over soundbites of Obama's inauguration speech. The Steelers are his team apparently! And as such, this is an immensely historical moment, I guess? The Cardinals are also saying YES WE CAN? (I'm not being sarcastic, this is actually being said in all seriousness.) (Twits.) (BBC, what's happened?!)
Finally, I have discovered peanut butter m&ms (they don't exist here!) annnnd I am trying to detox off effexor. Again. It's going better than last time! I only feel vaguely ill! Hurrah!