{I am writing graffiti on your body/I am drawing the story of how hard we tried}

[kaberett]

Caffeine: still, as it turns out, a bad idea. Probably. (Semi-accidentally had caffeine yesterday evening; was up ridiculously late in quiet tears about largely-disconnected-from-reality anxieties.)

I have just received an unambiguously helpful response from the Yellow Card folk, on two counts: first, they've added Mx as a title and updated my report to use it; and second, they've asked me for some more details and have passed on my specific query ("can you look into whether this side effect is associated with weird lung shit to do with connective tissue disorders as well as COPD, because that was an unpleasant surprise") to the scientific assessment team, who will apparently be getting in touch with me sometime in the next fortnight. So: huh.

Rivers of London: really enjoyed book one, was seriously hacked off with the gratuitous cissexism in book two, am still mildly grumpy halfway through book three -- but I am still reading, so.

Here is an essay: On Conflicting Emotional Needs In Relationships.

Here is a recipe I haven't yet tried: mulled wine plum crumble.

Comments

Re: ramble re: essay

[kaberett]

*snort* re PotC; and -- yes, well, your writing advice: what do you want? No, what do you actually want?

By which I mean that I agree entirely and am still feeling out the boundaries of my concept of "can" with reference to "and it's not a bad idea to", with all of the expected interactions with disability stuff. (I can stand for the duration of a gig! I'll dislocate my hip and be tired and in pain for several days, but I can do it!)

Nothing is ever free, but some costs I can pay with ease and some I can't, and I get to decide where in the middle I draw my personal line of "can", and it's ever such tedious work.

(And also I HEAR YOU on being people's secret. It is Pretty Nope for me.)

(Oh Bucky. Oh no, no you really can't, not at the moment.)

Re: ramble re: essay

[davidgillon]

The take on this from my pain management people was pacing is vitally important, but sometimes you have to blow it anyway in order to make life worth living. (And then live with the consequences afterwards).