The Devil is a patriot, a proper party man

[sovay]

After a weekend of worsening listlessness, brainlessness, and general malaise, I finally saw a doctor and seem not to have any of the currently circulating plagues, but was sent home with a new inhaler and instructions to medicate myself like the nineteenth century on account of my lungs sounding terrible. I would so very much like to be able to think about anything that matters to me. Have some links.

1. Courtesy of thisbluespirit: a substantial cache of British television plays on YouTube, as usual for however long it takes for the BBC to notice.

2. Courtesy of davidgillon: the ongoing investigation of HMS Erebus on the clock of climate change. I had somehow forgotten the pre-printed Admiralty equivalent of a black box recorder.

3. I had occasion last night to share Donald Swann's recording of "Lord of the Dance," from his Sydney Carter-penned EP Songs of Faith and Doubt (1964). I am never going to get over the existence of this version and I also happen to like it.

4. I am delighted that the latest bog body discovery went through the normal stage of checking out a recent homicide before settling on the Ice Age, but I really love the universal and automatic association with Seamus Heaney.

5. Ainsley Hawthorn's "The Sea, Like Glass" (2024) is a marvelous haunting of sea and selves.

Comments

[ethelmay]

medicate myself like the nineteenth century

Ominous! Is it Godfrey's Cordial or Lydia Pinkham's? More seriously, I am very sorry about your lungs and hope they are more comfortable soon.

[gwynnega]

I hope the new inhaler does the trick.

Those BBC television plays look amazing.

[nineweaving]

What a lovely set of links!

I hope this new regiment will give you some relief.

Nine

[davidgillon]

was sent home with a new inhaler and instructions to medicate myself like the nineteenth century on account of my lungs sounding terrible.

My sister had similar a couple of weeks ago when she was sent for a check-up from the asthma clinic at the local hospital by the nurse practioner at her GP's. The clinic nurse decided her thermometer was probably wrong when it reported she was running a temperature of 42C (107.6F), but thought she sounded so horrible she sent her straight to the duty doctor - who himself reported he could hear her breathing from his office while she was in the waiting room. New inhaler prescribed, plus ordered to use her maintenance one like it's going out of fashion.

This is from a bug she beat back at Christmas, the same one that hit me at New Year.
Recent conversation:
Me: asked how I was and when I said I was still coughing* said she'd heard some people are still coughing after six weeks.
Sis: My doctor says he's got people still coughing at 100 days.

This winter's bugs are just nasty, even when you haven't got them. Lots of things crossed for inhaled improvements.

* Fingers crossed I've finally got rid of it after a month

[kore]

Stand Up Nigel Barton!!

[luzula]

*goes to read about the Erebus*

Thanks for the link, and I am so sorry about the lungs and general malaise. : ((

[selkie]

I CAN HELP
I AM HELPFUL
PROPOSE WHINING ABOUT BOOK UNTIL YOU VOLUNTARILY TAKE CODEINE
OR ATTEMPT, TRANSDIMENSIONALLY ALONG THE BOSWASH CORRIDOR, TO SLIP THE CODEINE TO ME
MUCH HELPING

[thisbluespirit]

I'm so sorry about the lungs/medicalness/medication/lack of it etc etc etc. *sends careful hugs over, nicely packaged*

1. Courtesy of thisbluespirit: a substantial cache of British television plays on YouTube, as usual for however long it takes for the BBC to notice.

I should have said, I landed on it, because I was Googling my current Martin Jarvis Radio SNT effort, and there was a 1983 TV play adaptation of the same thing that took me there BUT one reason I was googling was because I could see the way it was going and I needed plot spoilers.* So I need to tell you that I'm listening to a thing where Martin Jarvis is breaking down and commiting suicide and then there's somehow time travel and I'm not sure how that is allowed when he's not David Collings. (Although apparently the time travel will fix everything, which, tbf, is far less Collings-esque. He would just die and probably also murder someone anyway.)

*(i.e. Murder or suicide? I need warning for faves murdering people in my ears, because it's a bit much.)

I am delighted that the latest bog body discovery went through the normal stage of checking out a recent homicide before settling on the Ice Age, but I really love the universal and automatic association with Seamus Heaney.

Oh, how nice of them to dig one up specially to cheer you up a bit!

[pameladean]

This all sounds like the exact opposite of fun. Also very ill-timed. I hope the new inhaler is useful and the nineteenth century steps up properly.

P.

[a_reasonable_man]

I send healing thoughts to your lungs! (And your weird response to drugs sounds familiar, as my brother is the same way.)