It's a good thing there are books
Mar. 8th, 2011 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
selenayToday has been One Of Those Days. Ugh.
To start, there was the news that my sister doesn't have tonsilitis after all. She has glandular fever (mono to North Americans) and it's pretty severe. She's feeling utterly miserable, reportedly worse than when I left on Saturday and she was looking fairly awful then. The doctor thinks it will be a few days more before she starts feeling better and a at least a couple of weeks before she's able to think about resuming normal activities. For my permenantly busy sister who is in the middle of a theatre MA and probably has half a dozen theatre tickets booked for the next two weeks, this is rather a blow. I'm trying to dig out some books or DVDs she might enjoy to entertain her while she's sick, as she went to my parents' place for two days and may be trapped there until she's better.
For me, this is rather worrying. The prednisone has kicked my immune system into touch and I've been exposed to glandular fever. Ugh. So in addition to reporting that tapering the prednisone resulted in a return of symptoms, I also have to discuss with my specialist what may happen and whether it's possible to test for glandular fever in me. If I'm infected, then I need to know how bad it will get and what the plan will be. Thursday is going to be So Much Fun.
Also, I'm getting lightheaded when straightening or standing quickly and my heart is racing inappropriately when I move around, plus I'm getting rather tired and wanting to sleep a lot. This feels suspciously similar to the anemia of a few weeks ago, so I suspect that my heamoglobin is what my GP wants to discuss on Thursday. As I hadn't had any bleeding for three weeks at the time the blood was taken and I've only had some incredibly light bleeding for the last couple of days, I'm not quite sure where my red blood cells are going.
On top of that, I'm battling fairly major system issues at work and Project Snowball (my new project) grows every time my colleague and I discuss it. They've now assigned a project manager to us. Uh-oh.
In all that, it's a good thing that I've got comforting books to retreat to. I'm about a third of the way through "To Say Nothing of the Dog" by Connie Willis and it's possibly one of the funniest things that I've read in ages. I was snickering and giggling all the way through my lunch break. Run out to read this one, folks, if you enjoy time-travel farces about disasterous boating trips down the Thames and hunts for bird stumps. I suspect that I need to read "Three Men in a Boat" next, because it will probably make the Willis even funnier.
I'm waiting impatiently for the next two Gail Carriger books, which should be arriving any day now (eee!). I'm not reading any paper books until I get those, so that I can start them immediately. Yes, I now have a Kindle book and a paper book on the go at all times normally and thus do not want to be in the middle of a different paper book when the Carrigers arrive. It's not obssessive at all. Really.
I <3 books.
To start, there was the news that my sister doesn't have tonsilitis after all. She has glandular fever (mono to North Americans) and it's pretty severe. She's feeling utterly miserable, reportedly worse than when I left on Saturday and she was looking fairly awful then. The doctor thinks it will be a few days more before she starts feeling better and a at least a couple of weeks before she's able to think about resuming normal activities. For my permenantly busy sister who is in the middle of a theatre MA and probably has half a dozen theatre tickets booked for the next two weeks, this is rather a blow. I'm trying to dig out some books or DVDs she might enjoy to entertain her while she's sick, as she went to my parents' place for two days and may be trapped there until she's better.
For me, this is rather worrying. The prednisone has kicked my immune system into touch and I've been exposed to glandular fever. Ugh. So in addition to reporting that tapering the prednisone resulted in a return of symptoms, I also have to discuss with my specialist what may happen and whether it's possible to test for glandular fever in me. If I'm infected, then I need to know how bad it will get and what the plan will be. Thursday is going to be So Much Fun.
Also, I'm getting lightheaded when straightening or standing quickly and my heart is racing inappropriately when I move around, plus I'm getting rather tired and wanting to sleep a lot. This feels suspciously similar to the anemia of a few weeks ago, so I suspect that my heamoglobin is what my GP wants to discuss on Thursday. As I hadn't had any bleeding for three weeks at the time the blood was taken and I've only had some incredibly light bleeding for the last couple of days, I'm not quite sure where my red blood cells are going.
On top of that, I'm battling fairly major system issues at work and Project Snowball (my new project) grows every time my colleague and I discuss it. They've now assigned a project manager to us. Uh-oh.
In all that, it's a good thing that I've got comforting books to retreat to. I'm about a third of the way through "To Say Nothing of the Dog" by Connie Willis and it's possibly one of the funniest things that I've read in ages. I was snickering and giggling all the way through my lunch break. Run out to read this one, folks, if you enjoy time-travel farces about disasterous boating trips down the Thames and hunts for bird stumps. I suspect that I need to read "Three Men in a Boat" next, because it will probably make the Willis even funnier.
I'm waiting impatiently for the next two Gail Carriger books, which should be arriving any day now (eee!). I'm not reading any paper books until I get those, so that I can start them immediately. Yes, I now have a Kindle book and a paper book on the go at all times normally and thus do not want to be in the middle of a different paper book when the Carrigers arrive. It's not obssessive at all. Really.
I <3 books.
