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Pain, A Cane, and Gain

Pain, A Cane, and Gain

This is a scheduled post. Right about now I ought to be in Dublin. I’m probably lost, because I lack any sense of direction, and/or trying to resist the temptation to buy a lot of musical instruments that I won’t be able to take home on the plane. However, right now I want to talk about my previous trip, which was to Cornwall. (I’m having quite the tour of places of ASNaC interest this summer, apparently.) As we were driving…

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Afternoon Naps And Essay Crises

Afternoon Naps And Essay Crises

Sometimes it occurs to me how much more I’d be able to get done if I didn’t spend quite so much of my time asleep. Take yesterday, for example — despite having set an alarm, I found myself waking up at 4pm, thoroughly confused and on the brink of panicking about how much work I had to do. With two essays to get done this weekend, I couldn’t really afford the ridiculous lie-in… but it happened anyway. And then I…

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Somebody Take The Pain Away

Somebody Take The Pain Away

Let’s talk about hypermobility syndrome. Why? Because I want to rant. Because if I’m going to type at all today despite the pain I’m going to use it to take out my frustration, and maybe help some people understand why it is that sometimes I disappear from the internet entirely. My joints don’t work properly. Or rather, my ligaments don’t work properly, and muscles aren’t strong enough to do that job on their own, leading to joints doing a passable…

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A Messy, Chaotic, Public Life

A Messy, Chaotic, Public Life

I don’t tend to pay much attention to the idea of people reading my blog. Well. That’s not entirely true, because it gives the impression that I never look to see how many visitors I’ve had, or which posts are the most popular. Because I do. And sometimes I post solely because I see my stats have been flatlining, so I dredge up some ideas and force myself to write something. But I don’t often think about who those people…

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Adapt Or Despair

Adapt Or Despair

Every time I think my hands are better, they get worse again. A couple of weeks ago I’d finally reached the point where I felt able to, well, do things. Type without constantly worrying it would hurt; write by hand whenever it felt like it. Illuminate a manuscript, paint a glass tea-light holder, play the fiddle for the first time in about a year. And okay, so my wrists still hurt sometimes and I knew I had to be careful,…

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Dragons In The Ferns (With Bonus Ducks)

Dragons In The Ferns (With Bonus Ducks)

I’m back from my holiday in Derbyshire, where I was reminded of my complete dependance on WiFi by the utter lack of it. Not sure if the North of England just doesn’t go in for publicly accessibly WiFi or if we were simply unlucky, but man, am I glad to be home. It didn’t help that Pepper, my newly acquired tablet, decided not to connect to the only internet access we did find — my experiences of the Surface 2…

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Being Broken Doesn’t Always Suck

Being Broken Doesn’t Always Suck

It can be difficult to see the bright side of all the health problems I’ve had in the past year. Hard to see what’s so great at trekking up to London to talk to specialists who can only tell me that I have to get strong to stop myself from falling apart and don’t, actually, have a magic cure for everything. Hard to see the positive part of being exiled from my musical instruments and the ensembles that were my…

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I Know Where I’ve Been

I Know Where I’ve Been

“And everything takes on a peculiar air of futility and I can’t get rid of it and so I don’t bother trying to do so because in the end, staying in bed is much less effort.” – 28th September 2013 “Sometimes life feels like walking on a cross trainer because you know you’re not going anywhere and yet a part of you makes you keep going. But on other days that voice is drowned out by the one that asks…

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July (Retrospect and Reminiscing #7)

July (Retrospect and Reminiscing #7)

I know, it’s Christmas, and I’m blogging about summer, whatever. I didn’t think I’d get enough into the Christmas thing not to want to write this today, because I wasn’t really feeling it, but hey, I have to rip these new CDs at some point – might as well blog while I’m doing it, right? Instead of a mugshot, here’s a full-body picture of me taken while in Spain with my orchestra at the end of the month. I’m not…

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I wasn’t made for this

I wasn’t made for this

My conspicuous absence this week has been for two very good reasons: firstly, I was on a ballet course that took up all my time and also my energy, and secondly, I’m ill. You know that saying, “starve a fever, feed a cold?” That’s stupid. I have a fever and a cold. What do they expect me to do about that, then,  eh? *growls* In fact, I was ill to the point of having to miss the last day of aforementioned ballet…

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