Monthly Archives: April 2010

Weekend sendoff: In the land of the blind, I’d be queen

Just a quick health update since many of you are so kind enough to ask.

I saw another hematologist today and it seems my chronically abnormal blood count may be related to my Graves’ disease (which is in remission) and not to the CFS at all. I’ll be getting a JAK2 test soonish, which should tell me whether I have some kind of myeloproliferative disorder that my bone marrow biopsy didn’t rule out. The part about this I find fascinating is that just five years ago, when I had that biopsy, this test wasn’t even available. It’s a good reminder to those of us with chronic illness that medical science is advancing all the time, in all kinds of ways.

Meanwhile, though my Graves’ is in remission, I also have Graves’ ophthalmopathy, which means eye disease and is really fun to say. If you can imagine Barbara Bush or Marty Feldman with their eyes bulging inside their skull instead of visibly, that’s me, although thankfully not nearly as severe. (Damn my eyes!) Mostly I get headaches. This week, though, it decided to flare up pretty badly. For two days I couldn’t move my eyes without any pain, and on the third day I woke up with my right eye all better and my left eye hosed. I still can’t move it without pain, and my vision in that eye is darker and blurrier than the right. I’ve also got this new best friend, a giant floater that sits smack in the middle of my vision and makes reading or writing difficult and unpleasant.

So that kind of puts the kibosh on all that writing I was planning to do, for now. I did get my submission to TAM out before this happened, at least, but I don’t know how productive I’m going to be until this gets better. Also my ophthalmologist who specializes in Graves’ has apparently moved out of state, just like my shrink who specialized in young women who become disabled by chronic illness. Seriously, was it something I said?

Since we’re talking about blood and stuff, I’m sending you off with a video that might gross you out if you don’t like watching beautiful happy raptors eat breakfast. Enjoy!

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Weekend sendoff: Spring break

It’s an Internet cliche that when a blogger says she’s taking a break, she might as well sell the domain because that blog is done.

I promise this isn’t the case. What’s happened is a confluence of events. First of all, the “nerfed” part of my life has been interfering with the capable and productive part. No big deal; it happens, and I’m going to be poked and prodded by yet more doctors pretty soon, so maybe they’ll turn up something.

Also, there have been some pretty big bombshells in the skeptical community lately. For one, there’s the recent avalanche of evidence against the Roman Catholic church and Pope Benedict (or Joseph Ratzinger) regarding a decades-long conspiracy to cover up horrifying sexual abuse of children by priests. When Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens started a debate over having the pope arrested on his impending visit to the U.K., it spawned a remarkable discussion among skeptics that hasn’t lost momentum yet. That debate, which has been both reasoned and rancorous at times, has spawned a lot of tweeting and blogging about the role and the scope of skepticism, for which my poem on Tuesday was just a little bit of nonpartisan cheerleading.

There have been positive steps too, such as the closing of the Australia (anti-)Vaccination Network and Simon Singh’s success in the libel case against him by the British Chiropractic Association. Not everything has been bad news. But my attention has been distracted, and that takes away from how much else I can do.

I’m not taking a break from writing — far from it. I’m taking a short break from the blog so that I can focus my energy on a couple of posts that I plan to submit to some great new ventures, as well as an application to present a paper at The Amazing Meeting (TAM), the “skeptical convention” held in the summer. And on top of all that, there is the excellent game that I have been working on, Paradox! the Musical, for which I am long overdue on a really fun project.

So while I may chime in with a brief hello, I won’t be doing any serious posts for probably a couple of weeks. If the ones I submit to other blogs are accepted, I will hopefully be able to repost them here. If they are rejected, then I bloody well will post them here. And once my deadline projects are submitted, I will be able to turn my attention back here. Seriously, you know me by now — do I seem likely to quit yammering anytime soon? I’m just conserving my energy, which hasn’t quite bounced back from a particularly bad month. (It’s also the reason I haven’t been properly citing this post with links, for which I apologize.)

Thanks for understanding, and with any luck you will see my byline around soon, either in-game or on a blog, and then I’ll be back to bug you some more about veterinary homeopathy or something. (I had to link that one.) Since I’ve, well, yammered on about how I’m shutting up, how about sending you off with something really succinct: my all-time favorite movie, in five seconds. Sorta.

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A sonnet to skepticism

In skepticism there’s a common test:
How do we know the things we know, and why?
To me this mode of thinking is the best
For I have no desire to live a lie.

Those lights up there — ETs? For real? Old hat
Recycled memories Hollywood installed
The world is far more interesting than that
It’s science, reason, with which I’m enthralled.

I could not bear an unexamined life
Nor stagger through it blinded by belief
For though the questions asked may rile up strife
The beauty of the truth is worth the grief.

There’s magic in the universe, but real
And teasing out those secrets, the ideal.

Cassiopeia A, from the Chandra X-Ray Observatory (NASA/CXC/SAO)

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