This Is Not A Democracy

Seeing as I just updated my layout to feature my new nerdglasses, here they are in action. Two pics: one because it's nice, and one because you can actually see my glasses properly. :\



Incidentally, the lower pair of glasses in this icon are shiny_starlight's. It's an homage to the Two Ronnies.

So, my knee was fine until I fell on it really heavily three times at practice today. Over all, it was a good practice, but now my leg feels really quite pathetic and feeble. Coming out of the gym it felt like it was just going to give way (which, given the problems with the quadriceps insertion is a possibility).

I also have a cold, right now. I'm exhausted and frankly feel physically quite miserable. I hope I'm better by Saturday, as Vicky is coming down to visit properly for the first time in about five years.

Unfortunately, I see a hell of a lot of non-weekends in my future. I will be so glad when the office move is over with.

Also, I still have patches of that rash. I can't wait for my blood test on Monday, so I can have some answers. Mind you, it took them weeks and five instances of blood taking to get anything, last year. *head desk*

I hope this gets sorted soon. I'm so tired of being ill.

Remember the bookcase? Well, between carrying the shelves for that and the the TV table, I did this to my arm:




Obviously, I'm talking about the bruise and the swelling, not the scars; that would be silly.

Woke up with swollen knees but less stabby pain and then discovered someone posting about why her - ADMITTEDLY WILDLY OOC - Irene Adler is the Sherlock OTP, even though she hasn't appeared in the series AT ALL, yet.


It's going to be a long day, folks.

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it." Fuck off.



1. If I walk a route regularly, I have an obsessive compulsion to always cross roads at exactly the same point, even if there's no crossing provided. The point at which I cross is usually dictated according to the route I took the first time.

2. I have restless legs, so I spend a lot of time jiggling my knees and feet. This has caused a series of plastic footrests to snap in half at work and a rather awkward creaking when I'm trying to get to sleep.

3. I'm allergic to tuna. So allergic that touching it gives me a rash and smelling it makes me throw up.

4. I'm also allergic to apples.

5. My left pinkie and ring finger overlap at the knuckle, making it uncomfortable to the point of impossibility to wear rings on either finger.

6. I never forget a face. I can pick out bit-part actors I haven't seen in ten years when they randomly appear on Canadian Sci-Fi shows as space marines other programmes.

7. I have my entire funeral planned out and ensured that my next of kin, bff and housemate, shiny_starlight, knows all the details.

It's not that exciting but I wear them so rarely (and with heels - hence the way I look like I'm stretched and weird) that I thought I'd post it.

Jubekka and I have lived in Brighton for a year, today, so we're going out for dinner at a Japanese restaurant near the Pavillion. Salmon Teriyaki HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

So, just so we're up to speed, the dermatologist says I need to get more sun because the red dots on my shoulders are follicular eczema... Which makes sense, because I was basically born with eczema.

And they're actually doing the full tests for the tumour in the adrenal gland (that benign one called an adenoma, that I explained before. The Extra Nipple tumour in the gland responsible for adrenalin) but if that doesn't show up, the only real option is one kind of pill intended for gastric spasms and basically also dries out the mouth and eyes so I'd have blurred vision.

Meh.

Jasmine (next to Pete in the leggings) looks better than anyone else in this pic! Hahaha.

Joe looks like someone shrank him... and I'm glad they don't do massive, high-res pics anymore because that could be a hideous pic of me.

Lib - do you have the pics we took in the queue?

Well, I now have confirmation: I have Raynaud's Syndrome.

Balls. I wanted a curable illness, goddammit! Now I'm stuck with random, foundationless symptoms forever, or medication intended for other conditions to manage it. :|

Let me start at the beginning.

After five rounds of blood tests, which basically kept coming back a bit shonky, they've figured out I'm not ill and don't have a secret lurking illness, I just have what my doctor described as "more of an immune system" which makes it look like I'm continually fighting an infection that doesn't really exist. I just have more of the little white cell jobbies all the time.

So. After leading my doctors a merry dance for the last few months, we've confirmed that I have Raynaud's.

Raynaud's is usually something you have along side other conditions - like arthritis - because it's not a disease itself, it's a syndrome (which basically means a collection of symptoms someone noticed seem to show up together and react in the same way). In me, however, it's entirely spontaneous. Theoretically, I should be glad I don't have a disease, but the problem is that Raynaud's doesn't have a cure, because you can only treat the symptoms. And no one has bothered to make a medication specifically for the condition, because no one can be bothered.

The problem with that, is that they now have to manage people's conditions with medication designed for everything else. Those who suffer more from the coldness will sometimes be given medication for high blood pressure - but that makes them glow/flush with heat all the time and can cause them to faint regularly from low blood pressure. With my condition, which is both cold and heat related, giving me that medication would just make half of it worse. So now he's trying me on the same thing that he tried on three other patients (which worked excellently on one, and not at all on the other two) which is to put me on antihistamines for a month and see what happens.

Another female patient is currently due to see a dermatologist for his feedback, and once Dr T hears what they have to say about her, he can apply the information to my condition.

Two potential therapies he's heard about on the grapevine, but in his words "sound a bit Dr Spock" are a form of botox and laser treatment to shock the capillaries or something. He's doubtful that those are widely available, but fuck, if it means it can fix my condition I'll go into trials for them.

I'm mostly just hoping that we can get the hyperhydrosis under control, because although I know most people don't even notice, I do and it makes me uncomfortable. With summer coming up, I'd like to get it sorted sooner rather than later.

Meh. It's pretty sad, isn't it, when you'd rather have the tumour than the syndrome because it'd mean you'd actually get proper treatment?

Dear God, I'm so old.

I just snorted at the TV and muttered, "Put a skirt on, love," at the Duffy video.

*head desk* Time to start wearing calf-length floral skirts with elasticated waists, I think.



Edit: *cries* I just realised that Everything I Do (I Do It For You) came out eighteen years ago.

EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO.

EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO, PEOPLE!

If anyone wants me, I'll be polishing my zimmerframe.