*sneezles and weasals*

[annwfyn]

I am not well.

I have a stinking head cold.

This is not fun.

This weekend will, I think, be a weekend of soup and orange juice, with liberal quantities of chocolate.

EDIT: and having just read this I now realize that I am being utterly pathetic about not wanting to go to work with a cold and that my job has surprisingly little social value. Oh goodness, this stuff is amazing.

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[mistress-fran.livejournal.com]

Rest up and stay warm, tomorrow is supposed to be something of an Aquapocalypse

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

The Aquapocalypse this week has actually been quite exciting so far. I spent yesterday working at the textile archive which has a wriggly tin roof and it meant that working there was like having my own Carribbean steel drum band playing in the background.

And the drive home the day before was even more exciting. I've never seen enough rain to drown out the lane markings on the M11. The whole motorway slowed to about 30 mph.

It turns out I have a faint fondness for very heavy rain. It reminds me of monsoons, and I love and adore monsoon weather.

[pmp.livejournal.com]

I find comparisons with the lives of others to be rather meainingless actually. Yes, other people survive things that seem rather more horrendous than whatever you are suffering from, however that does not invalidate or reduce the suffering that you yourself are experiencing.

Put it another way, there's a tool used in clinical settings called a pain scale. It's used to help patients communciate how much pain they're in, in a way that is meaningful to the physician giving out painkillers. The concept is simple, the physician asks the patient, on a scale of 1-10, with 1 being no pain and 10 being the worst pain you can imagine, how much pain they're in.

The key part is that it's the *patients* opinion of pain that's used to decide how much pain relief to give, because unsurprisingly we are all different and what one person can endure, another person will find completely intolerable.


So in short, *hugs* take time to recover and stop being hard on yourself!

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Hrm. People say that. In a way, tho, I like giving myself a sense of perspective occasionally, because god knows I am not naturally endowed with one.

I do acknowledge, having spent most of today in bed, and being the girl who tried to force herself into being fitter than she was on the Inca Trail and ending up collapsing unable to breathe that sometimes you do just need to stop and flop. :)