After a long, long day in endless rounds of British Studies (I say four hours is too much) several of us got on a coach bus tonight and went to the nearby town of Grantham to see the Complete Works of Shakespeare.
If you don't know what that is, that's like taking all the Shakespeare plays, putting them in a blender, modernizing some bits, and watching the whole thing splat against the wall like ooze.
It was hilarious. The quote I put up above was one we had to shout to represent part of Ophelia from Hamlet having a crisis of identity. They did it all with three guys and a limited number of props-really amazing stuff. I don't think they did all 37 (I could have sworn they missed about 5 or 6) but it was a hoot to watch the Titus Andronicus cooking show (that play is Shakey's first and extremely rough and bloody-hence it's easy to make fun of)
Earlier today I went to the doctor, and after giving me new meds to try and control the inflammation in my arms, she also took three vials of my blood to test my ESR, or sedimentation rate. It has something to do with the way things get filtered; when the rate is high, things are not filtering well and I have problems. Things block up. Things get ugly like they have been for the past two weeks. So mine is probably somewhere near Jupiter...
Anyway, we'll see the results of that test next Tuesday, and that's going to give the doc here an indication of how good or how bad things are getting in there. Lately it's been bad, but the anti-inflammatory stuff she gave me should change some of that. Hopefully soon.
I'm tired, and I should be getting to bed-another way of controlling this stupid disease. No fun and games like everyone else in the building seems to be having, no late night parties, no staying up late to watch movies or do homework. I have to go to bed like a ten year old.
Sometimes I really wish things were different.
Sorry for whining; been a long day and a long couple of weeks.
Cheers,
Bec
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