Didn't want to be your ghost
1. Alan Turing has been pardoned. Better if it had been in his lifetime, but still.
2. My diagnosis of Raynaud's is official. I didn't go looking for it; the dermatologist this morning informed me that the problem with my feet is chilblains, asked me a question about my colitis and a question about the color of my hands in winter, felt their temperature after five minutes' walk through cold rain, and that was that. There's not much to do about it medically, as I'd thought; I'm not going to start taking vasodilators in winter. (I am going to invest in serious fucking socks.) Now I get to deal with a problem with my feet that I thought had gone out with central heating.
3. It is my grandfather's yahrzeit. Not by the Hebrew calendar, which would have been December 1st this year; but he died on the morning of the 24th in 2011, so my mother and I lit the candle this evening. I was in Lexington, decorating my family's tree for Wednesday. (
derspatchel and I do not have a tree of our own this year, partly because our house is still full of boxes, partly because it turns out that our driveway shrub disappears under a snowfall. It's become visible with the rain in the last couple of days, but I am still sad that we didn't at least run some rope lights around it. It would have been unequaled in pathos since A Charlie Brown Christmas.) It's a completely different tree from last year, but they always are. The star of David of heavy amber pressed glass—my grandparents' gift, my first ornament—still goes on the tree first.
I have yet another chip in my left front tooth. I spent most of today running around in the rain with Rob, buying candied fruit peel for my mother and books for a variety of people. I've had very little time to myself in some ways recently (and now we're heading into more holidays), but it was a good solstice this weekend; the sun came back. I didn't go away.
2. My diagnosis of Raynaud's is official. I didn't go looking for it; the dermatologist this morning informed me that the problem with my feet is chilblains, asked me a question about my colitis and a question about the color of my hands in winter, felt their temperature after five minutes' walk through cold rain, and that was that. There's not much to do about it medically, as I'd thought; I'm not going to start taking vasodilators in winter. (I am going to invest in serious fucking socks.) Now I get to deal with a problem with my feet that I thought had gone out with central heating.
3. It is my grandfather's yahrzeit. Not by the Hebrew calendar, which would have been December 1st this year; but he died on the morning of the 24th in 2011, so my mother and I lit the candle this evening. I was in Lexington, decorating my family's tree for Wednesday. (
I have yet another chip in my left front tooth. I spent most of today running around in the rain with Rob, buying candied fruit peel for my mother and books for a variety of people. I've had very little time to myself in some ways recently (and now we're heading into more holidays), but it was a good solstice this weekend; the sun came back. I didn't go away.

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I have had it for years, I have several dozen fingerless gloves that I wear when I start getting the cold hands and numb fingers. Mostly its covering the wrists where the blood vessels are closest to the surface. I recently found out that the issues with my fingernails being brittle and splitting is connected to it, along with the longitudal lines down the nails.. which makes sense when taking into consideration of the temp fluctuations in the fingers.
A few adaptations will cover most of the problems, unless the only way to get relief is the drugs. My biggest problem is the cold part of it, but with the numbness, I have no sense of hurting myself (or burning!) until its too late.
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My circulation has behaved like this since early college, so I start wearing gloves every year in September, but never the fingerless kind—it's my fingers that give me the most trouble in cold weather, so exposing them always seemed counterproductive. Keeping the rest of the hands covered makes a perceptible difference?
I recently found out that the issues with my fingernails being brittle and splitting is connected to it, along with the longitudal lines down the nails.. which makes sense when taking into consideration of the temp fluctuations in the fingers.
Huh. I always assumed that was connected to something in my nutrition. (My fingernails are not brittle and they do not split easily, but they are visibly ridged. I bit them severely as a child, is the other reason I thought they might have grown weird.)
A few adaptations will cover most of the problems, unless the only way to get relief is the drugs. My biggest problem is the cold part of it, but with the numbness, I have no sense of hurting myself (or burning!) until its too late.
I don't have to deal with that, fortunately—I have never accidentally cut or burned myself without noticing. My hands only reach that level of numbness if I'm out in the cold, when I am generally not dealing with sharp objects or hot liquids or fire.
(When the zombie apocalypse strikes this winter, I will let you know how I fare.)
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Like you, I thought the issue with the nails themselves were from nutrition. No blood, no nutrition to the fingers.. duh..
On the days when the hands are really bad, I just hold them up and say that they are for decorative purposes only, since they aint working for shit.
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