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Pagan Thief and Blood and Sunshine
Apr. 5th, 2008 01:17 pmIts a bit sad that I'm such a delicate little flower that I had to wait to be well enough in order to do my fasting blood test that was due around January... lucky I did wait till all the seizures and bugs were pretty much over though as its kicked my butt as ever, doing the actual fasting thing isn't so bad, though I had to be very cautious about not getting worn out last thing Thursday, and then was up early for the clinic where the expert phlebotomist got the red stuff out of me in seconds flat (as opposed to the nurse at our doctors who stabs around for ages with the pointy sharp thing leaving bruises on both arms and we're lucky if she gets anything), and then back to bed as soon as I'd got home and had breakfast.
Felt weird all day, and collapsed with odd shivery twitches around 7pm, fell into bed with a blankie and cuddles till I came round and then nearly went into a seizure at bedtime, and the weird symptoms will likely continue for the whole weekend, but at least the deed is done and I can go for my diabetes check-up once the results are back.
Only thing I did yesterday was sit out happily in the garden after lunch in bright sunshine reading my Russian bible, psalms this time as the gospel has too many "he something something and something the man in the temple and they said something something" moments right now. Not that I'm very good on psalms either, but piecing together The Lord is My Shepherd was good fun, Russian word order makes it interesting but I know enough basic vocab like love and table and enemy to follow the rest. I realise I need to find some more groovy psalms to work on though, so after eating my dinner and helping Forest figure out the various heating instructions on his Indian ready meals (I'm sure "fast food" shouldn't be that complicated with timings and piercing lids and reading tiny print!) I grabbed a bible from dad and sat skimming through various poetic bits and noting which things will be handy, mainly the ones with lots of nature references, mountains, streams, goats, birds, trees etc.
Mind you, it took a bit to find a bible, dad's bookshelves have numerous reference works but when I asked for a bible and peered at the relevant section I found, new testament. New testament. New testament. "Bible? There's the New English there, red and green cover.." says dad. Me, peering closely, "New testament again.. what have you got against the old stuff?" ::giggle:: Its rather worrying that the devout Catholic (already a convert from the Anglican church, he was baptised in his late 40s), commited church-goer (every week without fail, plus he reads and is a lay eucharistic minister so gives out the bread and wine at communion) has fewer holy books than his pagan daughter. And the bible I did end up with turned out to be the Gideon one I inadvertantly nicked from university as I'd been using the one I found in my drawer in the student flat and it ended up boxed up to come home with the rest of my textbooks.
Pagan thief sat munching on grapes and pondering the cedars of lebanon (Ezekiel)
Felt weird all day, and collapsed with odd shivery twitches around 7pm, fell into bed with a blankie and cuddles till I came round and then nearly went into a seizure at bedtime, and the weird symptoms will likely continue for the whole weekend, but at least the deed is done and I can go for my diabetes check-up once the results are back.
Only thing I did yesterday was sit out happily in the garden after lunch in bright sunshine reading my Russian bible, psalms this time as the gospel has too many "he something something and something the man in the temple and they said something something" moments right now. Not that I'm very good on psalms either, but piecing together The Lord is My Shepherd was good fun, Russian word order makes it interesting but I know enough basic vocab like love and table and enemy to follow the rest. I realise I need to find some more groovy psalms to work on though, so after eating my dinner and helping Forest figure out the various heating instructions on his Indian ready meals (I'm sure "fast food" shouldn't be that complicated with timings and piercing lids and reading tiny print!) I grabbed a bible from dad and sat skimming through various poetic bits and noting which things will be handy, mainly the ones with lots of nature references, mountains, streams, goats, birds, trees etc.
Mind you, it took a bit to find a bible, dad's bookshelves have numerous reference works but when I asked for a bible and peered at the relevant section I found, new testament. New testament. New testament. "Bible? There's the New English there, red and green cover.." says dad. Me, peering closely, "New testament again.. what have you got against the old stuff?" ::giggle:: Its rather worrying that the devout Catholic (already a convert from the Anglican church, he was baptised in his late 40s), commited church-goer (every week without fail, plus he reads and is a lay eucharistic minister so gives out the bread and wine at communion) has fewer holy books than his pagan daughter. And the bible I did end up with turned out to be the Gideon one I inadvertantly nicked from university as I'd been using the one I found in my drawer in the student flat and it ended up boxed up to come home with the rest of my textbooks.
Pagan thief sat munching on grapes and pondering the cedars of lebanon (Ezekiel)
