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January 15th, 2009
09:08 am
I take a lot of tablets. I have done for years and usually I don't bother even thinking about it anymore because there's no real problem, except if you wanted to talk to me in the middle of the night (after they've worn off) the chances are I'm going to be fuzzy and headachy. Sometimes, however, it becomes a balancing act- do I take the painkillers, for the cramp/migraines/joints frozen up or do I forgo the painkillers because I need a mucron because my head feels like its in a slowly-being-tightened vice? All very boring to any reader, I'm sure, unless I was to turn it into some sort of short story (I have just been reading a fic of similar origins) which I can't because my doctor is pants. He is one of the three or four who constantly fobbed an relation of mine off with 'oh you have bad circulation' until she got a new one and has recently (finally!) been diagnosed with Raynaud's and yes, whilst Raynaurds is 'bad circulation' there is something very dismissive about a doctor who just says that to you for forty years. The equivalent to "like it or lump it". Just like my own who smiled cheerfuly and said "Well...it's not arthritis! Here have some stronger painkillers" (and they wonder at the amount of drug addiction in the town?)
*yawns and sighs glumly*
Sorry. Today I made the wrong choice- I chose painkillers over mucron, because it's cold, I reasoned, and my joints are still pretty seized up from yesterday and will only get worse. Of course, now I have to go out to the local jobs fair with my head feeling as fuzzy as the filter for the tumbledryer, unless my brain kicks into gear and fights for its right to think soon.
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Next doors are probably redecorating, but there's something very disconcerting about the weird scraping sound inches away from where you're sitting.
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05:28 pm
I had a lazy sort of a day today. I pottered around the house a bit early morning, reading my watched-blogs and such before Nanny picked me up as she had offered to give me a lift to the Stadium where there was a jobs fair on. The jobs fair was, probably, a waste of time. It was fine if you wanted to become a soldier or a sailor (no stregnth, get seasick, am a pacificst) and there were two out of the eight stalls present for people who were already qualified teachers. Out of ten CVs I managed to print out I only managed to give away one and though the people on the two stalls that looked most useful were quite nice one of them in particular got a very glazed, panicked look when I started asking about job opportunities for graduates, and the other took my CV, gave it a glance, and got a particular brand of vague polite smile on her face so I take that to mean that, probably, I am not the type of person they were looking for. I did, at least, sign up for the Halton People Into Jobs thing, which Zoe has been badgering me to do all week(which only had the effect of my digging my heels in harder and vacillating "I don't know. Maybe I will. I have to think about it! I'll sleep on it! Maybe tomorrow!") and they happily dispelled the myth that Zoe had told me that I would be forced to travel into Runcorn to the required assessment-meeting, and said that they had several locations all in walking distance of my house, which is much better news, I have to say.
All the printed out CVs won't go to waste anyway, I'm sure a few more begging letters could do with being sent off.
After I left the Stadium I walked to Nanny's and spent the afternoon in the company of her and Fern. I must say I felt very old fashioned, in a rather pleasing way, to sit by the fire with the dog snoring away and my Miss Read book on my knee with a wonderfully thick letter from Claire marking the pages. Her letter's arrival today definitely lessened the painful sense of loss at the arrival, too, of the bill. Not as much as Christmas but only just (*sob*).
The plans for the third runway at Heathrow have been given the go-ahead by the government prompting uproar- one MP was thrown out of the Commons and temporarily suspended for his reaction and Boris Johnson has said he will fight against it (which is only right, really, as by all accounts the people are mostly against it, except for the Big Capitalist Economy People). After all the protests I must say I'm quite disheartened but then, look how many protested that we shouldn't go to war and still we went? I'm amazed at the resiliance of people, and hope that the latest failure to prove 'the power of the people' doesn't lead to a greater sense of apathy and helplessness that has dogged so many for decades.
In lighter news there has been some to-do in the World of Asterix where Uderzo has been accused of selling out in the face of businessen and merchandising. It's all entertaining, though I'm not sure I have any huge views on it- after all, Asterix the cartoon isn't exactly HUGE anymore, although it is, of course, awesomely brilliant. :P
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/thoughtful.gif) thoughtful
Current Music: Nothing's Going To Harm You- Sweeney Todd (musical)
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05:54 pm - HP FicRecs of the Whatever- 2008 Recap
Here is a recap of the HP fics I recced in 2008. There are depressingly few:
( click here to read the list )
Current Mood: headachy
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