River came down with chicken pox on January 1st.  Willow started with it on the 14th.  I'm having a colonoscopy tomorrow ( Read more... )

I thought I'd make note of a few practical things connected with our Paris holiday.

One or two people reading this might be interested in the prosaic money side of it, so here's how much we spent between us:

£164 for two return tickets on the boat/train from IOM to London
£272 for two return tickets on the Eurostar from London to Paris (this ( Read more... )

I've had a migraine for 22 hours. That is all.

( Cut for TMI. )

I annoyed someone yesterday (at least, I think I annoyed them. Sometimes it's hard to tell on the internet. Capslock wasn't used, but there was a fairly pointed use of my name at the end of a sentence, which always makes me feel like I'm being told off) by mentioning hormones during a conversation about negative emotions. This isn't the first ( Read more... )

What do you do when your doctor patently thinks you're a hypochondriac?

...and that flavour is salt. Given that it has returned on the first day of my menstrual cycle, I think we have proof positive that it's a hormonal issue. Unfortunately, when I told the doctor about the salt taste on Thursday (I thought I might as well go along and see her, even though the salt taste had gone, in the hopes that she could explain ( Read more... )

Here's a funny thing: I can taste salt. All the time. It started last Monday and it won't stop. I know that unusual tastes can be a sign of pregnancy, but I really am not pregnant ( Read more... )

Okay. Having thought more about what I wrote in my last entry, and the comments thereof, I've decided to make more of an effort to be a good diarist. It occurs to me that maybe one of the reasons I haven't been writing at all is that I've let this journal go stale. Perhaps, if I write more regularly here, I'll be more inclined to write more ( Read more... )