Category: Health
Nine hours sleep AGAIN
Either I’m clinically depressed or I’m actually getting enough sleep. Since I wake up in the morning feeling calm, relaxed and rested, which is usually the opposite of either depressed or sickening sleep (you know, the sleep you get when you’re trying to fend off the latest round of germs) I think it’s the latter, and that’s just fine by me.
On the list today:
Get my thank you letter off to my Granny; put all my laundry away, which laundry has transmogrified from Dirty Pile to Clean Pile without significantly reducing the wreckage that is my apartment; Cook Things (I have chicken and beef to cook up for premade meals); send out invites for the Friday night beeriness (which will also encourage me to tidy in the public areas at least although the bathroom’s already clean); assemble my outfit for contradancing on Friday (it’s literally one short bus ride from here); get into work early because me covering for somebody’s lawful absence for the last week and a half has put a cinder in the eye of all of my other customers, who are sending baleful emails. I should also get stuff ready for Conflikt but I imagine I’ll get into a frenzy of printing stuff out later.. it was odd having somebody who knows me IRL emailing me and asking if she could print out the Tapioca Song for the song book – it’s on this site and under a Creative Commons license. Unless you are planning on turning it into an international hit children’s song (as…bloody…if…) anybody can do what they want with it, and it’s already been parodied, so nu? Oh, and I should cancel & rebook next Friday evening’s medical appointment downtown because I’m going to be in Seattle….
Before I die I want ONE of my songs to have a goofy flash animation. I may have to go back to school to learn how. I’m thinking “Catnip on my Shoes” because it’s only a minute long, and cats are definitely popular with geeks. Why? because they are Just Barely Social Enough. Dog owners can be easily as crazy as cat owners, but at least they have to leave the house.
Meditations on the bringing of a drug to market
In the marvellous Dorothy Dunnett novel King Hereafter there are a number of set pieces during which our heroine, the radiant, ravishing, self-willed Groa (Ingebjorg) is given an opportunity to participate in the councils of the great. The men will sit around after supper talking, and drinking, but in moderation and in consideration of their dignity, and will say unbelievably cryptic things and then pause and look at each other like something out of a fricking Ingmar Berman movie. Our heroine will learn that it behooves one to only have the best information to share with the menfolks or stay silent.
At one point, one of the menfolks says something, and there’s a pause, and somebody else says, “Is that a good thing?” and the response of the king is to say “It’s an interesting thing,” and then there’s another one of these massive, borborygmic pauses.
Such is my emotion on learning that there’s this thing on the internet (from University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences (2008, January 9)). Reversal Of Alzheimer’s Symptoms Within Minutes In Human Study. about immediate amelioration of Alzheimer symptoms – on one person! One person? Is it a good thing? Possibly. It’s an interesting thing, and that’s because we all imagine our deaths, and spending 10 or 15 years cuckoo and non-participatory and wacky-tacka aforehand is not how most of us want to go, however often and with however much fear we may foresee it. Supposing this stuff works? They jam some stuff in your cerebrospinal fluid, and it either hoovers up the bad crap that is preventing your brain from working properly and actually spits it out in a format that your body’s clean up crew can deal with, or it kicks it out of where it’s binding to, or does something else I can’t imagine or describe. Further suppose they figure out a way of getting it into you that doesn’t involve making holes in your spine, always a task fraught with hazard. Interestingly enough it’s an offlabel use of an existing drug, etanercept. Man, there are so many offlabel uses for so many drugs. Some of them are downright criminal and ought to be dealt with summarily, but others should receive placid encouragement. Is this application of etanercept such a case, or is it just another bunch of goddamned carnies with a stake in the outcome beating on the side of a barrel? Time will tell.
Oh, and I watched the first 2/3rds of Hot Fuzz tonight. I couldn’t stand to watch all of it, as the first part of the movie was delightful, and the last third of carnage was not…. at least to my view. I’m dreffle tired of 25 minute shootouts, although I really liked the shootout in 3:10 to Yuma.
One thing and another
Still… migraining. It comes and goes. Hopefully by the time I toddle off with Kopper (shoot, nearly typed ‘Kipper’) to see Hecuba it will be entirely lifted.
I actually practiced last night. Given how terrible I was (I could not finish A SINGLE song without fluffing words or chords or both) I think I will be pencilling in a lot more practice between now and Conflikt.
Tinfoil hats all ’round, everybody!
Health care spending / life expectancy
This is a very interesting chart. I do not know if it is true.
Laughing to myself
I just wrote an entire paragraph, and then deleted it, because I’m not nearly as impulsive as I used to be. That said, here’s an interesting item about Borderline Personality Disorder…. which turns out to be have some basis in reality.
Migraine
Migraine yesterday – literally didn’t crawl from bed until 2:30. Katie rescued me with SOUP. Then I listened to more Deadwood, was not capable of watching.
Who’s Crazy Now?
Elly continues her triumphant recovery and here’s a mini-documentary about it.
Funny we should be talking ’bout mental health here today….
Hotel room hazards
Cousin Gerald forwarded that link; he will forgive me for not exactly offering grateful thanks.
Snow and fog
It is still snowing, although not very hard, and there’s four inches of snow on my balcony.
I think my thyroid is packing it in. I’ve been wondering if that was the case for the last couple of years but now three of the more common symptoms dogpiled me at once, so I’ll go off and get blood tests again and see if it’s true this time.
World news round up…. (not very round, but whatever…)
Leave Africa alone….
an interesting article on how getting the IMF out of African policies might be a damned good thing.
Ebola’s broken out in Uganda again.
A group of francophones opine on the death of languages globally.
(Items are translated).
Ukrainian crocodile dies after six months on the run.
Subprime mess is ‘poor judgement of a few’. Indeed.
Aussies finally figure out about drinking and pregnancy.
Who knew that Russian hoteliers had such a great sense of humour (NSFW pic)
gee-ross
This tap water tastes funny. But what’s funnier is it took more than ten years to figure it out.
Tattoo you
My mother has a tattoo. Don’t worry, she didn’t have a Raging Granny fit and have Fred Astaire in a top hat engraved on her bosom; it’s the merest few dots for the siting of the radiation. My father has now had occasion to ask an uncaring universe why it is that he is now sleeping with a tattooed grandmother. Age spares us no indignity, as a great man once remarked. Continue reading Tattoo you