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The Heart of the Clan
Oct. 13th, 2013 10:38 pmHello, f-list. Last Wednesday evening, my body decided to expel, quite violently, all sustenance, and reject, also quite violently, any attempts to refuel. So it's been a fun few days. Today, though, I had a slice of dry toast and a banana for breakfast, and a couple of slices of roast chicken for lunch, and I'm even starting to feel a little peckish for dinner, so that seems to be positive. Fingers crossed.
Co-incidentally, before being struck down by a stomach bug, I had made a note to mention the fun story in this week's medical newspaper. It was about a man who was admitted to hospital for intoxication, despite swearing he hadn't touched a drop. Hospital staff didn't believe him. They probably hear that a lot. His wife bought a home breath-testing kit and they found that his blood alcohol level could get up to 0.4%, even when he had witnesses to swear he hadn't been drinking. He was placed under observation, and doctors found his blood alcohol went up after eating carbohydrates. So they did tests, which revealed that he had brewer's yeast in his gut, so his stomach was effectively brewing its own alcohol.
Other dispatches from the week:
There was a birth announcement in the local paper, a couple saying how proud they were on the birth of their "twins". In inverted commas. "Twins".
I learnt a word this week: pediculous. It means infested with lice, or contemptible. Feel free to use it as applicable.
Oh, I also finished my self-imposed challenge to read the six books on the Man Booker shortlist, with a couple of days to spare before the announcement. If something happened to the judging panel and I was co-opted to choose the winner, I think I'd give it to Harvest by Jim Crace, but I could be persuaded to pick A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki. Although, honestly, there's only one I'd be unhappy about winning, and that's The Luminaries, which is the one I thought I'd like best. So there we go. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learnt there. Stay away from things I think I'll like? Or maybe, try reading things I wouldn't normally consider? One of them.
Co-incidentally, before being struck down by a stomach bug, I had made a note to mention the fun story in this week's medical newspaper. It was about a man who was admitted to hospital for intoxication, despite swearing he hadn't touched a drop. Hospital staff didn't believe him. They probably hear that a lot. His wife bought a home breath-testing kit and they found that his blood alcohol level could get up to 0.4%, even when he had witnesses to swear he hadn't been drinking. He was placed under observation, and doctors found his blood alcohol went up after eating carbohydrates. So they did tests, which revealed that he had brewer's yeast in his gut, so his stomach was effectively brewing its own alcohol.
Other dispatches from the week:
There was a birth announcement in the local paper, a couple saying how proud they were on the birth of their "twins". In inverted commas. "Twins".
I learnt a word this week: pediculous. It means infested with lice, or contemptible. Feel free to use it as applicable.
Oh, I also finished my self-imposed challenge to read the six books on the Man Booker shortlist, with a couple of days to spare before the announcement. If something happened to the judging panel and I was co-opted to choose the winner, I think I'd give it to Harvest by Jim Crace, but I could be persuaded to pick A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki. Although, honestly, there's only one I'd be unhappy about winning, and that's The Luminaries, which is the one I thought I'd like best. So there we go. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learnt there. Stay away from things I think I'll like? Or maybe, try reading things I wouldn't normally consider? One of them.