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Heh.
Yesterday, the experience i call "not trigeminal neuralgia" came on fairly strong and this morning there's still an ache all around my eye. I call it that because when i described the experience to a dermatologist -- at that time i thought it was some sort of reaction -- she suggested it was trigeminal neuralgia. Pshaw, i thought as i read the wikipedia entry, and at that time there was nothing indicated that could be done. Fortunately i've had some years without the experience (http://elainegrey.livejournal.com/tag/neuralgia gives the last major complaint in 2011), but i've had some small bouts of the experience of burning on the side of my face recently. Yesterday it reached the point where teeth and my right eye hurt.
The struggle that prompts me to journal instead of tic the symptom chart is taking time off sick. I don't think i will: i've just barely picked up momentum from the vacation and will have a short week next week.
I have a hiring interview today, and i'm not entirely "into" it. The fact it is another Ohio hire is depressing.
I told myself i'd start early today because i don't have a meeting and i can actually think for a little while before the waves of engagement begin crashing around me.
However, movies. I've been watching "grown up" movies recently. Meryl Streep's "The Iron Lady" was far more moving and engaging than i expected, and following that with "The Night Train to Lisbon" was a fascinating pairing of narrative flashbacks and life choices. Last night i watched the first half of "Hannah Arendt" before deciding that sleep was the best analgesic.
I talked with Christine about some of my quibbles about the framing of life in "The Night Train to Lisbon." Her answer was to point out how the European wars in the 1900s had shaped the existentialists. The way the protagonist celebrates the lives of the people caught up in the Portugese resistance and dismisses his own as boring.... i reject that.
Well, on to my own "boring" life. (Filled with meaning!)
Heh.
Yesterday, the experience i call "not trigeminal neuralgia" came on fairly strong and this morning there's still an ache all around my eye. I call it that because when i described the experience to a dermatologist -- at that time i thought it was some sort of reaction -- she suggested it was trigeminal neuralgia. Pshaw, i thought as i read the wikipedia entry, and at that time there was nothing indicated that could be done. Fortunately i've had some years without the experience (http://elainegrey.livejournal.com/tag/neuralgia gives the last major complaint in 2011), but i've had some small bouts of the experience of burning on the side of my face recently. Yesterday it reached the point where teeth and my right eye hurt.
The struggle that prompts me to journal instead of tic the symptom chart is taking time off sick. I don't think i will: i've just barely picked up momentum from the vacation and will have a short week next week.
I have a hiring interview today, and i'm not entirely "into" it. The fact it is another Ohio hire is depressing.
I told myself i'd start early today because i don't have a meeting and i can actually think for a little while before the waves of engagement begin crashing around me.
However, movies. I've been watching "grown up" movies recently. Meryl Streep's "The Iron Lady" was far more moving and engaging than i expected, and following that with "The Night Train to Lisbon" was a fascinating pairing of narrative flashbacks and life choices. Last night i watched the first half of "Hannah Arendt" before deciding that sleep was the best analgesic.
I talked with Christine about some of my quibbles about the framing of life in "The Night Train to Lisbon." Her answer was to point out how the European wars in the 1900s had shaped the existentialists. The way the protagonist celebrates the lives of the people caught up in the Portugese resistance and dismisses his own as boring.... i reject that.
Well, on to my own "boring" life. (Filled with meaning!)
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