| Friending Policy |
[Sep. 24th, 2015|01:27 am] |
By all means, go right ahead.
But would you mind to drop me a note about it, if we've not "met" before? I'm a bit uncomfortable with friending back folk with whom I've not had any personal contact.
ETA: Goodness, looks as if I've got to backdate this further in order to keep it "sticky." :-) |
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| Ach measaim gur gleanntán Thír Chonaill... |
[Feb. 25th, 2012|12:31 am] |
Bhuel, strange the day today.
My syntax is off. Typically.
There wasn't a lot of snow, but there was enough that it took far longer than anticipated to get the driveway clear. So I was already running late by the time I left the house. Then the roads and the traffic on them were thoroughly suckish. So I reached the conference late, barely in time to grab half a wrap-sandwich and a bit of salad for lunch. Then, of course, I promptly got involved in a conversation with two cute girls, one of whom I know is in a relationship, but the other of whom I'm not sure about. So, I ended up with barely enough time to choke down my sandwich. Just as well, because there turned out to be no forks nor spoons left, and eating salad with a plastic knife doesn't work very well. One can't even use a pair of them for chopsticks. I can attest to this.
So, first, the three English language presentations. One was good, the other two were kind of crummy; from what I know of the people involved, I suspect that quality was in proportion to ability to at least read the material in the original. Lots of miserably bad pronunciations of the Irish language--the person mc'ing the whole mess, someone who I think came from the English literature faculty, was particularly appalling. I'm resolved to never again write _anything_ about material I can't read in the original language.*
Tea/biscuits break. Bit of nice conversation.
Three Irish language presentations. Nice stuff. One about short fiction in the Celtic languages in national nathologies. One about the evolution of the modern Irish language short story--a bit over-broad for the time alotted, but good. One about the characterisation of women in the short stories of one in particular classic-type early twentieth century author.
Then I had to leave, immediately, in order to make it back for the concert. Had an awful time getting out of the city. GPS AKA satnav was being difficult--I'm not sure how much was getting in a pattern of streets that was impossible to get out of and how much of it was just plain electronic obnoxiousness.
Rain. Lots of it. I admit that hanging as a penalty for driving without lights within an hour of dusk on a rainy, cloudy day is slightly too extreme, but I think flogging is definitely appropriate.
I wasn't back in time to get supper with the artists. Fortunately, my mother came to the concert and gave me some cheese and a rat bar, which I was able to eat beforehand and which helped me to get through.
Really good show. Really, really good.
Now to bed. I've got to get up too bloody early tomorrow, in order to go back for the second day of the symposium.
I'm being deliberately vague about a lot of things, so I don't have to lock this. Tomorrow, of course, I may realise that it's still far too obvious, and lock it all the same. We'll see.
For now, good night with all of you.
*Unless, of course, I'm a) well paid for it and b) being published pseudonymously. |
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| Is iomaí áit álainn in Éirinn... |
[Feb. 23rd, 2012|11:27 pm] |
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| | "Mo Chró Beag Ag Bun Chnoc a' Tí" (Idir Muir agus Sliabh) | ] |
Well, tomorrow it will be a week that my father's been home from the rehabilitation centre. He's doing okay. Still walking with a cane or a walker, and he gets tired easily. He still can't eat a lot of things--vegetables have to be cooked to death, lest they irritate his gastrointestinal system and cause a relapse of the bleeding issue. But he's recovering, which is the important thing.
Sorry for not posting sooner--it's all been a bit of a mess lately. I've had a nasty cold-thing which turned into some sort of infection and ended with my having to take a week of antibiotics. Although I'm doing better, I'm still coughing a bit.
Nice little mess up with a piece of mine that was meant to be in the paper that came out last Friday--my email got lost, and the editor thought maybe I'd not been able to write because my father's health had gone downhill and didn't want to bother me and therefore didn't email me asking why it wasn't there. Which was very nice of her, but it means that there wasn't a piece in the print version of the paper to promote a concert that's happening tomorrow, which is something that's proven in the past to make a big difference as far as turn out.
It's in the online version of the paper since Monday. Hopefully that will have at least some effect. |
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| SITREP |
[Feb. 10th, 2012|08:23 pm] |
Sorry I've not posted in a while. They never really found exactly where in the gastrointestinal system my da was bleeding, but it seems to have finally healed up on its own. They cleared him to start eating solid food again last weekend and, as his blood pressure and haemoglobin stayed okay and all of that, they cleared him to go back to the rehabilitation centre on Sunday.
He's still there. I've not been able to visit since Monday, as I've a cold.* It's not a bad one, as these things go, but it's frustrating. My mother has visited every day, and she was able to bring the dog round for a visit yesterday.
He was walking with a cane on Monday, which is, obviously, a great improvement. However, he's still very weak. I'm glad they're not pushing him out of rehab; hopefully by the time he's out I'll be over this cold.
There's some talk of snow tomorrow. I'm hoping I'll be well enough that clearing the driveway won't wreck me. Even with the snowblower it's a lot of time to be outside in the cold; nothing much when one's well, but a bit wearing when one isn't.
I hope you're all doing well.
*I felt a tickle in my throat on Monday night, and should have immediately gone for the Airborne, which worked fairly well holding off another cold in December, but I managed to convince myself that it was probably nothing and I could just as well take Airborne in the morning if I still felt it. Not wise on my part, that. |
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| SITREP |
[Jan. 25th, 2012|01:20 am] |
My da seems to be all right, or at least he will be. They seem to be saying he'll likely spend the next day or two in hospital, and then he'll be going back to the rehabilitation centre.
Apparently he's got a low haemoglobin count, which is probably a result of the blood thinner he's been on since the surgery; they seem to be saying that this can cause chest pains and other heart attack-like symptoms. They're giving him a transfusion, and they'll be doing a CT scan of the site of the surgery to see if there are problems there as well.
Hopefully once his blood pressure and haemoglobin count are improved he'll be able to get back to the business of recovering from the surgery.
Thanks so much, everyone. |
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| Never a dull moment, unfortunately. |
[Jan. 24th, 2012|06:18 pm] |
Feck. My mother's just rang me to say that my da might be having a heart attack. She was visiting him at the rehabilitation centre when he said that he didn't feel right.
The nurses there agreed it sounded like a possible heart attack and rang for the paramedics, who agreed it might be a heart attack and are now transporting him to hospital. She's in the ambulance with him.
She says she's not sure about how much power her phone has left. Her car charger has gone missing, and she's left her regular phone charger at home. I suppose I'll be going home to get her charger and then going to the hospital to wait for news with her.
So, I'll not be at the session tonight. She'll not be at her rehearsal, either. Both of which seem incredibly trivial things to think about right now.
I'm told I shouldn't be too worried. They're dealing with it promptly, after all, and obviously if one must have a heart attack it's better to have one in a place full of medical personnel.
Still... I can't help but worry. If you pray, or think good thoughts, or whatever, I'd be grateful if you could spare a few for my father's health. |
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| Entertainment Tonight=WTF |
[Jan. 18th, 2012|01:09 am] |
So, I don't usually make a habit of watching the obnoxious celebrity-obsessed show Entertainment Tonight, but tonight we didn't get the channel changed after Letterman and caught a bit of it.
They were talking about the awful disaster with the cruise ship that recently happened off Italy. I suppose that's not surprising, because media vultures love that sort of thing. But what is surprising, or shocking, or something like that, is that they repeatedly called the story "a real-life Titanic". Apparently they don't realise that the Titanic had any existence outside of the movie with Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet.
*headdesk*
To quote Usagi Ingolfsson: "I knew they were dumb as rocks, but ain't that a bit much?" |
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| SITREP |
[Jan. 16th, 2012|07:13 pm] |
My da's been moved from hospital to a rehabilitation centre. I'm not sure how long he'll be there, but, although he's doing much better, he's not yet in a condition to come home.
I wasn't able to make it to visit today, but he was doing much better yesterday. He had more of his colour back in his face, and he was coherent. He's still very weak and easily tired--I didn't go over because my mother told me he said he was tired and encouraged her to go home--but he's doing better.
I was kind of worried for a while--he was saying some very strange things a few days ago, such as "I know we're in Sweden, but I'm an American and I expect to be treated one." That was to a nurse when we weren't there, and my mother and I weren't sure if he was joking and she didn't get the joke. He does have a strange sense of humour, under the best of circumstances. Mine is odd as well, of course, but I'd say he has less of a filtre than I do.*
My mother tells me he also was talking on Friday as if the hospital were a hotel, saying he didn't know why he'd booked them into the place when the rooms were so strange and there wasn't enough room in the bed for her to sleep there, much less any place for me to sleep in when I got there. He wasn't doing that yesterday, which, obviously, was a Good Thing.
* He's got a bad tendency to try to joke about things (such as pretending that he wants something that isn't on the menu, such as food from Louisiana in a New England diner) in restaurants with waitstaff who sometimes have such limited English that they don't understand he's joking. It's not intentionally malicious, but it appears to me that it must feel very intimidating for some of them. |
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| SITREP |
[Jan. 14th, 2012|08:57 pm] |
Bhuel, my da's still in hospital. It seems the narcotics they dosed him with during and directly after the surgery are starting to get flushed out of his system; he looked better and sounded more coherent today.
It sounds as if he'll be there until Monday, and will probably be going to rehab for about the next week after to get physical therapy and so on. |
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