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sereneI will try to make these brief, but I'm trying to post when I think of it so I don't just keep all the updates in my head.
Work has a College Book every year and I'm on the committee that reads the nominees. I picked the following books to read this summer; we vote in the fall.
All They Will Call You by Tim Z. Hernandez
The Center Cannot Hold: My Journey Through Madness by Elyn R. Saks
Half Earth by Edward O. Wilson
The Murmur of Bees/Murmillo de las Abejas by Sofia Segovia
Unsheltered by Barbara Kingsolver
What You Have Heard is True by Carolyn Forche
I just read The Murmur of Bees, which I liked; I'm halfway through The Center Cannot Hold and it's okay, but is making me despair for people who don't have the vast resources the author had in order to deal with her schizophrenia. I have already read the following books on the list, most of which (but not the first one) I recommended:
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
The City in the Middle of the Night by Charlie Jane Anders
The Girl from Everywhere, by Heidi Heilig
How Long ‘til Black Future Month? by N. K. Jemisin
Kindred: A Graphic Novel Adaptation by Damian Duffy and John Jennings
Labyrinth Lost (Brooklyn Brujas Book 1) by Zoraida Cordova
Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor
Mom's heart valve is working well. There's some drama with the kids, but nothing too major. Today is the second anniversary of my sister's death, which I wouldn't have known if my google calendar hadn't told me, and I'm not planning to share that with the family; I suspect they have no idea what date it fell on, and no one had any desire to memorialize it last year, nor do I.
Still working three jobs (college admissions worker, freelance copyeditor, writer). My day job is grinding me down, but I'm looking for something else. I love the work, and love the students, but the office is filled with people who... don't think like I do, and don't share my work ethic, so I spend a lot of time frustrated and overworked. I've applied for a couple things on campus, including a 50% assignment with benefits, which would lower my take-home pay from this job, but give me more time for my editing and writing jobs, so that would be fine.
My last post was on the 7th. On the 9th, I woke up with what I thought was a gum infection. My gums were not infected. I have trigeminal neuralgia, nicknamed the suicide disease, because people go mad from the stabbing pain in the head and off themselves. By the 13th, when I saw the second doctor, I was at my wits' end, and had, without knowing the nickname of the disease (or even that I had it), told James I could see now why people would consider suicide for chronic severe pain. My chronic pain has always been moderate before now.
Anyway, I'm on some anticonvulsant medication to stop the stabbing (which we're calling zebras*), and yesterday, I only had one zebra. None so far today. Once the stabbing is gone, I continue taking the meds for a week and then I can stop. For some people, that's it. For others, it recurs, sometimes for the rest of their lives. But as long as I have access to this medication (which makes me tired and sluggish, but it's an acceptable trade-off), I can handle it.
* When I first went to Urgent Care with what I thought was a gum infection on Sunday night, the young doc barely examined me and said "Yeah, you have trigeminal neuralgia. It's incurable, and you'll have to be on anticonvulsants for the rest of your life." I insisted I just needed antibiotics, and could take the other if necessary later. She rolled her eyes at me and prescribed antibiotics. James joked that she heard hoofbeats and thought of zebras. I said I was gonna be really pissed if it turned out to be zebras. Reader, it was zebras.
Work has a College Book every year and I'm on the committee that reads the nominees. I picked the following books to read this summer; we vote in the fall.
All They Will Call You by Tim Z. Hernandez
The Center Cannot Hold: My Journey Through Madness by Elyn R. Saks
Half Earth by Edward O. Wilson
The Murmur of Bees/Murmillo de las Abejas by Sofia Segovia
Unsheltered by Barbara Kingsolver
What You Have Heard is True by Carolyn Forche
I just read The Murmur of Bees, which I liked; I'm halfway through The Center Cannot Hold and it's okay, but is making me despair for people who don't have the vast resources the author had in order to deal with her schizophrenia. I have already read the following books on the list, most of which (but not the first one) I recommended:
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
The City in the Middle of the Night by Charlie Jane Anders
The Girl from Everywhere, by Heidi Heilig
How Long ‘til Black Future Month? by N. K. Jemisin
Kindred: A Graphic Novel Adaptation by Damian Duffy and John Jennings
Labyrinth Lost (Brooklyn Brujas Book 1) by Zoraida Cordova
Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor
Mom's heart valve is working well. There's some drama with the kids, but nothing too major. Today is the second anniversary of my sister's death, which I wouldn't have known if my google calendar hadn't told me, and I'm not planning to share that with the family; I suspect they have no idea what date it fell on, and no one had any desire to memorialize it last year, nor do I.
Still working three jobs (college admissions worker, freelance copyeditor, writer). My day job is grinding me down, but I'm looking for something else. I love the work, and love the students, but the office is filled with people who... don't think like I do, and don't share my work ethic, so I spend a lot of time frustrated and overworked. I've applied for a couple things on campus, including a 50% assignment with benefits, which would lower my take-home pay from this job, but give me more time for my editing and writing jobs, so that would be fine.
My last post was on the 7th. On the 9th, I woke up with what I thought was a gum infection. My gums were not infected. I have trigeminal neuralgia, nicknamed the suicide disease, because people go mad from the stabbing pain in the head and off themselves. By the 13th, when I saw the second doctor, I was at my wits' end, and had, without knowing the nickname of the disease (or even that I had it), told James I could see now why people would consider suicide for chronic severe pain. My chronic pain has always been moderate before now.
Anyway, I'm on some anticonvulsant medication to stop the stabbing (which we're calling zebras*), and yesterday, I only had one zebra. None so far today. Once the stabbing is gone, I continue taking the meds for a week and then I can stop. For some people, that's it. For others, it recurs, sometimes for the rest of their lives. But as long as I have access to this medication (which makes me tired and sluggish, but it's an acceptable trade-off), I can handle it.
* When I first went to Urgent Care with what I thought was a gum infection on Sunday night, the young doc barely examined me and said "Yeah, you have trigeminal neuralgia. It's incurable, and you'll have to be on anticonvulsants for the rest of your life." I insisted I just needed antibiotics, and could take the other if necessary later. She rolled her eyes at me and prescribed antibiotics. James joked that she heard hoofbeats and thought of zebras. I said I was gonna be really pissed if it turned out to be zebras. Reader, it was zebras.
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