Posted by jukkahoo
Sari wanted me to write something here, since she feels she has been hogging this weblog for herself and if I don’t write something very soon, she’ll not be responsible for her actions. Oh, well.
I’ve been a tad depressed lately, mainly because this post-infection state isn’t really my idea of a good thing. We’re (thats I and Maija the Fourth) pretty certain that the lump in my armpit and under the semi-famous scar is just a random post-infection occurence that will eventually wither and cease to exist. But it’s still there. And I can feel it and it keeps reminding me of something far more serious and… I don’t really know.
Maybe it’s more about the fact that as I am well now, that everything that keeps reminding me of the disease has these negative connotations. Even the absolutely brilliant bedspread. Or should I continue calling it quilt? It isn’t one you know.
I’m going to go back to the ward 7 every Friday for so long as it takes them to see that the lump is gone. Like Maija said, my lymphoma was very aggressive and I’m still under probation. Anything can happen. Just let’s hope nothing will.
Anyway, I finally managed to crack the barcode on this one here. Goddamn! Se Hannu and SariP2 taught the bloody thing to us and in less that ten minutes or s-g, Sari managed to figure it out. It took me almost a whole month! Apparently I’m a ginnious!
I’ve been cooking again. Ever since I got better and we acquired this dish-washer (I’m certain Sari will write a loving and convoluted tale of how it got it’s name RSN), I have been dreading the day when I’m told to start choring the household. So now I have cooked food. And laundred some clothes.
I even managed to re-arrange some of our books (and shelves). Still looking very crowded. I have these two bookcases, but there is no room where to put them! Don’t you also hate that? And how about all those interior decorations shows! Have you ever seen a single show with proper bookshelves and books as the problem? Most of these people don’t own books, apparently. Or then they must be hiding them away. I once had a workmate who had all her books in her closets. As in hidden. As our apartment is mostly furnished and decorated with books and bookshelves, I find the whole idea somewhat bizarre (like Nikolai, who used to be one, you know).
I’m currently reading a book about collecting books. A great tale, full of insightful reminiscence, think of this like a novel-long version of Boris Hurtta‘s GoH-speech at Finncon X. Very, very good. (John Baxter: a pound of paper – Confessions of a Book Addict)
Eating Muffins 