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Getting needled
Wednesday, November 29th, 2006 01:31 pmToday I will mainly be working from home.
This morning was used up with the rearranged trip to Finchley Memorial Hospital for the blood test I should have had a fortnight back. This time they got their measure and if I am suffering from nothing else, I probably now have anaemia due to blood loss1. Hoho.
Actually they didn't take that much blood considering the battery of tests Hawley Crippen has me down for. Doctors never seem to understand that I am not actually ill beyond blood pressure problems and weight2. Still, with any luck it will be another year before they feel like poking holes in me again. There are both benefits and disbenefits to this approach, I feel. On the plus side, once a year speaks for itself, when you dislike being punctured as much as I do; the downside is that a year allows my imagination to magnify the size of modern syringes and needles etc. to the size of telescopes thus ensuring that any sample I give is drenched in adrenaline. In short I worry myself unnecessarily and get THE FEAR. I have noted too, that when I give blood samples and they involve fasting for twelve hours, I feel the need to graze even though I am not actually hungry. More precisely, the desire to drink the largest and milkiest coffee available becomes overwhelming. Water just doesn't cut it at those times, despite the fact that I am quite happy to drink it most of the time unadorned with any sort of flavouring.
Miss Furtle has disappeared back home for the day, but will be back later. She has an interview today for a job that she doesn't really want, but which will give her some much needed income. Constant reassurance has been needed to remind her that this is supposed to be a job with a view to earning disposable shekels, not a long-term career. It has been hard work at times, but rationally she knows this. Five years of academia have let her forget that whilst the world may be somewhat unforgiving, it is also incredibly transient and that there is always the opportunity for something new just around the corner.
She will be fine.
As for me, I'd better get and do some actual work. Bah!
1Though I am using it, the comment actually originates with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colonel_maxim, so credit where it is due.
2Too late now, but I really should be careful when making sweeping statements like that; the Karma Pixies are an unforgiving breed.
This morning was used up with the rearranged trip to Finchley Memorial Hospital for the blood test I should have had a fortnight back. This time they got their measure and if I am suffering from nothing else, I probably now have anaemia due to blood loss1. Hoho.
Actually they didn't take that much blood considering the battery of tests Hawley Crippen has me down for. Doctors never seem to understand that I am not actually ill beyond blood pressure problems and weight2. Still, with any luck it will be another year before they feel like poking holes in me again. There are both benefits and disbenefits to this approach, I feel. On the plus side, once a year speaks for itself, when you dislike being punctured as much as I do; the downside is that a year allows my imagination to magnify the size of modern syringes and needles etc. to the size of telescopes thus ensuring that any sample I give is drenched in adrenaline. In short I worry myself unnecessarily and get THE FEAR. I have noted too, that when I give blood samples and they involve fasting for twelve hours, I feel the need to graze even though I am not actually hungry. More precisely, the desire to drink the largest and milkiest coffee available becomes overwhelming. Water just doesn't cut it at those times, despite the fact that I am quite happy to drink it most of the time unadorned with any sort of flavouring.
Miss Furtle has disappeared back home for the day, but will be back later. She has an interview today for a job that she doesn't really want, but which will give her some much needed income. Constant reassurance has been needed to remind her that this is supposed to be a job with a view to earning disposable shekels, not a long-term career. It has been hard work at times, but rationally she knows this. Five years of academia have let her forget that whilst the world may be somewhat unforgiving, it is also incredibly transient and that there is always the opportunity for something new just around the corner.
She will be fine.
As for me, I'd better get and do some actual work. Bah!
1Though I am using it, the comment actually originates with
colonel_maxim, so credit where it is due.2Too late now, but I really should be careful when making sweeping statements like that; the Karma Pixies are an unforgiving breed.