On seeing (and D-ing)

Recently A month ago (!!) I wrote about how well things were going. Pretty much directly after pressing publish, my mood and my house nosedived into a swamp of grey, exhausted ugh. Like before, I blame the vitamin D. Except in this case more the lack of. *** Some history: When my deficiency was first […]

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On making time to be ill

It’s Friday. I’m supposed to be in the middle of a two day committee meeting. Instead I am lying on a towel looking at this: rejoicing at the slight breeze and listening to the birdsong and the buzzing of a million insects. Yesterday I looked up at the sky through the branches for the first […]

On not being a sword

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge while she waved her hands about. “…your body wants to flow, you see,” she said, “it’s being held in place at the moment, but it isn’t happy. That’s why you have so many stressed and tightened muscles. You’re more like […]

On therapy

The first session starts in 14 minutes. I feel totally unprepared, but I hope it won’t matter. I am also quite sweaty, which is worse than unprepared. The 18 degrees they promised us this morning when I put jeans on, have turned into at least 25, probably closer to 28, and the leisurely walk  I […]

On failure and other misfortunes

(Warning: contains a small amount of blood and a great deal of frustration) *** On Sunday I admitted failure.  I had failed to finish the book in time to send it to the printers before leaving to catch the plane, despite staying up all night to work on it. I was quite miffed (ok, a […]

On writing my fingers to the boneskin

I have “Daumenknochenhautentz├╝ndung”. “Thumb bone skin inflammation” sounds pretty impressive, but German is a whole lot cooler :). I think the Latin is periostitis but I may well be wrong. I didn’t know that was even a thing until yesterday, I just knew my thumb hurt. Apparently, all bones are covered with a very thin, […]

On “re: vision”

I have an exam on Saturday. Actually. That’s not true. I have 2 exams* on Saturday. The date’s been set for several months, but somehow I managed to ignore how fast time slips away when you’re not looking properly. A month ago I made a list of topics we’d covered, and topics we still needed […]

On playing Chinese whispers

Some families play scrabble. Some families are less interested in written words and so choose to play Chinese whispers instead. *** DB came home from work really upset the other day. Apparently his father had told him that his (DB’s) mother had said his uncle (C) was in hospital and that his aunt (H) didn’t […]