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You give me fever
I was scheduled this morning for a coffee/catchup with an old (aren't we all) UniSFAn friend whom I'd not seen much of in the last decade. I confess, however, that I was partially relieved when he called to cancel (a minor matter of needing to organise a knee reconstruction at short notice). I was feeling a bit worn out from washing my hair.
If spoons permitted I had planned to go on to visit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mynxii again at Fantastic Planet to nod wisely while she sorted through an essay topic quandry. I'm quite good at helping people solve their own problems by explaining them to me, and it makes me look ever so clever ;-)
I was dragging a bit, but having scheduled in some caffeine I thought I'd be fine. And CITY coffee to boot! However, driving down the freeway I dragged some more and around Leederville I realised that my plan it was a bad one. So I diverted to the folks' place, exchanged greetings and announced firmly that I had to lie down immediately. Fortunately they've seen all this before and let me get on with the serious business of an emergency nap.
Methinks I've been pushing myself a leetle bit too much, and my amazing running nose let me know that Spring was in the air and irritating my mucous membranes. Quite a lot of people seem to be hayfeverish at the moment; hardly surprising given the weather patterns. Sydney might have got the photogenic red dawn, but Perth gets the invisible pollen wind.
Mum's been sorting through the family archives and handed over a couple more of my primary school reports, and a few sets of X-rays. The best was of my wisdom teeth, which was a serious no-brainer of a diagnostic: those puppies had to come *out*. They had to dislocate my jaw and break one of the teeth to get it out, an idea that always makes me wince. I had them at home in a little jar, and I suppose they were thrown out. Or maybe they're in a keepsake box somewhere, biding their time.
But most fascinating of all were some of Mum's own school reports from 1949-51. The comments were eerily like mine. We were both scolded for untidiness and speed in art and handwriting, and while commended for consistently scoring well, we were both firmly advised to avoid hubris and continue to work even harder.
It must be genetic.
Spoons permitting, tomorrow I'm off to a talk about fibromyalgia and diet.
And today, no coffee after all :-(
If spoons permitted I had planned to go on to visit
mynxii again at Fantastic Planet to nod wisely while she sorted through an essay topic quandry. I'm quite good at helping people solve their own problems by explaining them to me, and it makes me look ever so clever ;-)I was dragging a bit, but having scheduled in some caffeine I thought I'd be fine. And CITY coffee to boot! However, driving down the freeway I dragged some more and around Leederville I realised that my plan it was a bad one. So I diverted to the folks' place, exchanged greetings and announced firmly that I had to lie down immediately. Fortunately they've seen all this before and let me get on with the serious business of an emergency nap.
Methinks I've been pushing myself a leetle bit too much, and my amazing running nose let me know that Spring was in the air and irritating my mucous membranes. Quite a lot of people seem to be hayfeverish at the moment; hardly surprising given the weather patterns. Sydney might have got the photogenic red dawn, but Perth gets the invisible pollen wind.
Mum's been sorting through the family archives and handed over a couple more of my primary school reports, and a few sets of X-rays. The best was of my wisdom teeth, which was a serious no-brainer of a diagnostic: those puppies had to come *out*. They had to dislocate my jaw and break one of the teeth to get it out, an idea that always makes me wince. I had them at home in a little jar, and I suppose they were thrown out. Or maybe they're in a keepsake box somewhere, biding their time.
But most fascinating of all were some of Mum's own school reports from 1949-51. The comments were eerily like mine. We were both scolded for untidiness and speed in art and handwriting, and while commended for consistently scoring well, we were both firmly advised to avoid hubris and continue to work even harder.
It must be genetic.
Spoons permitting, tomorrow I'm off to a talk about fibromyalgia and diet.
And today, no coffee after all :-(