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Episode 81. In which I work late.

Posted in books, home, trains on March 3, 2009 by diabetses

Here’s the thing, right, I worked late last night, and didn’t get home until 9pm, and then went to bed at 10pm, and in the middle forgot to write my blog.  Sorry.  I’m not actually sorry because staying up late to write it would’ve been stupid but if anyone is terribly disappointed in me for it, then I regret that.

Working late is a dilemma for me.  It takes such a long time to get home that working late means I get home at a silly time, like last night.  I realise 9pm isn’t the silliest time anyone has gotten home from working late, but if I don’t get my sleep I can’t function so it’s pretty important that I do, and that limits my available hours.  However, working late does mean that a) I get a lot of extra work done, because the phone’s not ringing, people aren’t passing through, it’s very quiet and peaceful and I can get my head down and get into tasks and b) when I do leave for home, the train is slightly less busy, I’m more likely to get a seat and less likely to get stood on by grumpy middle-aged men who are pissed off that there isn’t a first class carriage on this particular day.

I’m very busy recently and suspect I might have to work late a few times this week, but if that means I catch up on things then I’m not that bothered.  There’s only an hour in it (I’d have been home earlier last night if I hadn’t had to go grocery shopping on the way back from the station) and it means I can leave My Man to do the cooking.

This morning I woke up at 5am.  I wasn’t sure of the time because I left my phone in my jacket pocket so I got up to find it, and then after 10 minutes of dithering between going back to sleep and just getting up, I decided to get up.  Then I spent a bit of time dithering between going to work early and lounging around with a cup of tea for the extra hour, and went with the latter.

Which is how I had time to do this.

Diabetic moment of the day

Can’t think of anything.  But I do have to tell the hospital that I’ve moved house.  So my former landlords don’t get all my test results.

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Episode 66. In which I do book-related manual labour.

Posted in books, general health, home, inanimate objects with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2009 by diabetses

We’re moving house, properly in about a week but since we’re not moving too far we’re moving little bits and bobs in preparation, so there’s less of a fuss on the Actual Moving Day.

Yesterday and today I was moving books.  My man’s been working all weekend, I don’t mean to make him sound like a taskmaster, he’d have been helping if he was able.  Anyway, we have a lot of books, an awful lot of books, and we have discovered in the past (from trying to donate books to charity shops) that the easiest way to transport them is in those suitcases with the wheels on the bottom.  We have two of these so I have been filling them up with books and bringing them round to the new flat, emptying them out in the living room (in a huge book-pile in the corner beside the fireplace) and bringing the suitcases home again to be refilled.

It’s not been that bad really, we use the same technique to get our laundry to the laundrette to use the tumble driers (we have our own washing machine) and weirdly the suitcases full of books aren’t actually that much heavier than suitcases full of wet clothes.  One thing I have noticed is that I have rubbish knees.  On the first visit I tried to carry the suitcases down the steps to the flat (one at a time of course) but as I reached the bottom I suddenly felt like someone was shoving tentpegs through my kneecaps, front to back.  I know I have rubbish knees cos they get stiff and always crack when I straighten them after sitting down for any length of time.  But I didn’t realise carrying things downstairs was that bad for them.  So thereafter I was walking downstairs backwards and pulling them down one at a time in front of me.

There is now a huge pile of books in the new flat, which won’t get sorted out until we’re in properly – the ‘library’ will be in the hallway and we’re not blocking the hallway with bookcases until the fridge-freezer and washing machine have are in the kitchen, that would be stupid.

I’m quite looking forward to it, really, apart from the new flat thing (and it is a beautiful new flat) I get to reorganise the bookcases.  I don’t know what order things went up in last time, this time I’m going to think it through and have different shelves for different genres, all books by the same author in a row, everything in a series sitting in a row.  It’s going to be really sad and obsessive and utterly brilliant.

Have I mentioned I’m a librarian?

Diabetic moment of the day

Today I had a champagne truffle.  It was alright.  I don’t understand women that can eat a big pile of chocolate all in one sitting.

Episode 46. In which I recommend a book, and go to the hospital.

Posted in books, diabetes with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 26, 2009 by diabetses

The book I am reading right now is one I have read before.  I am very unlikely to recommend a book unless it’s something I would read (or have read) twice myself.  At least.  Unless, of course, someone asks “have you read this, should I read it?” in which case I might say “yeah, it’s OK, read it, give it a go”.

Anyway, this book falls under the unprovoked recommendation heading. It is The Knife Man, by Wendy Moore. This is a biography of John Hunter, who I, in all my ignorance, consider the father of modern medicine. I first heard of him when looking for somewhere to go in London with a visiting friend, and we found the Hunterian Museum at the Royal College of Surgeons, on Lincolns Inn Fields.

Basically, way back in the days when some surgeons managed to be considered the best of the best despite never having seen a dead human, John Hunter came along and turned it all on its head.  He was in with the graverobbing crowd so that he’d never run out of bodies to cut open.  When he started out people considered autopsies to be a terrible, awful, evil thing to do to a body, and by the time he was done people were begging him to autopsy them and keep their organs in jars.  He recommended not operating unless it was absolutely necessary, which was a new thing, and he didn’t believe that bleeding a patient would do much good, although he did pioneer placebo treatments so he did the bleeding thing anyway.

If you’re squeamish or if you don’t care about medicine or history or bodies or organs or biographies then don’t bother, but if any of the above interest you in any way, I’d recommend you read this book.

Diabetic moment of the day

Today I had my annual check-up with the diabetologist.  It was quite interesting, really.  She admitted that they’ve no idea what kind of diabetes I have, I don’t seem to have any type that they’re aware of, and there’s not really any point in doing any more tests because they haven’t got so much as a clue so far.  I did offer myself up as a test subject should there be any “funny diabetes” testing programmes going on, but that’s just wishful thinking.

What it comes down to is basically this.  Whatever the hell’s going on, insulin by injection is the only treatment that has any effect whatsoever.

The upside is that I have perfect feet and perfect blood pressure, so that’s all good.