On the floor of the big top right next to the overwhelming sense of impending doom
As of this afternoon with the pulmonologist, it looks like I have asthma, common or garden, either inherited or triggered by three months of lung infection with allergies involved somehow. It may resolve, it may be lifelong, I will have no idea until it has been treated for some time. Honestly, I had been so worried about yet another unidentifiable illness or further permanent damage that being handed a heavy-duty inhaler and instructions to report back in three weeks comes as a relief. Asthma is not thrilling, but it is at least well understood. Also the results of my pulmonary function test—while diagnostic—were just as hilarious as I expected, i.e., it says on paper that my lung capacity is 114%.
I returned home to discover that
selkie had sent me one of the four remaining novels by Theodore Sturgeon I have not yet read: the novelization of Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (1961). I have no idea whether it is any good and I look forward to finding out. It was meaningless to me at the time, but I will always regret not impulse-buying I, Libertine (1956) from the pulp racks of Upper Story Books that one time in college I saw it.
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moon_custafer: the jiu-jitsu lesson from Stand-In (1937). In the interests of pedantry, Leslie Howard is not actually playing the himbo of the century but an enormous nerd with the people skills of a rock, but in this situation it comes to the same thing.
spatch captured this most elusive expression of Autolycus' in the wild: the blerp.

I returned home to discover that
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That makes perfect sense.
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I hope it’s as gloriously schlocky as the cover promised!
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With you, I'm glad that at least the condition they've identified for you is one that's understood and treatable.
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xo
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I should read more Sturgeon. I like how he writes about love.
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I had to stop myself from watching the jiu-jitsu lesson on a continuous loop.
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I, Libertine once came across my desk at work. It was that sort of job and I miss it.
The tongue and the backflip are adorable.
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I comment above but am still seriously amazed that Sturgeon wrote a novelization of what my father always called "Voyage to See What's on the Bottom."
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Not ideal to have asthma, of course, but I understand exactly what you're coming from. Medical mysteries are never good and asthma is certainly one of the more treatable things you could have. Hoping that it will resolve itself.
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controltreat it! Got to be good news!(no subject)
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The jiu-jitsu scene is hilarious; hopefully Howard gets a bit less clueless before the end of the film.
I don't think I've read *any* Sturgeon apart from E Pluribus Unicorn and not sure about even that. Keep meaning to try The Dreaming Jewels. How the hell did I forget he wrote "Amok Time"?
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An air filter sounds like a Very Good Idea.
Also, I am really sorry that you got put in a position where one had to say this, esp. in this day and age, but: Hurrah, it's not consumption!
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