The crowned knot of fire

I liked this a lot: I had not thought Death Eaters had undone so many. It made me chortle, which is probably the sign of someone who reads too much in general and rereads T.S. Eliot way, way too much.

The doctor...Who?

I do indeed have labyrinthitis. But that wasn't the diagnosis, exactly; Dr. Griffith spent some time explaining what was wrong with me and why, and after she was finished she said that the ailment used to be called "labyrinthitis". It has been re-evaluated by the doctors and they now believe it does not have a viral or bacterial cause, and it is now called benign postural vertigo.

Which sort of trips off the tongue.

So basically: it's not fatal or dangerous, just annoying and uncomfortable, and it will eventually go away on its own. I just need to remember not to move my head fast. I should have remembered to ask if doing headstands was a good idea or a bad one. The big relief: she took my blood pressure both sitting and standing, and thought it was just fine. This is a good thing.

Feeling dizzy, I don't want to move around at all. I think self-indulgence is called for, like finishing the Harry Potter book and watching the rest of Veronica Mars.

Little fingers, big fingers...

Interesting though perplexing article: Academics find that finger of destiny points their way.

Of course I measured my fingers and have discovered that my index and ring fingers are very close to the same length, but the index finger is a little shorter. Presumably that means I had a lot of testosterone as an embryo. Does that mean I still have a high level of testosterone? (I have suspected this, but don't know how to test it.)

However, it was totally unclear to me what the study results mean when applied to women. I personally have more of an inclination to arts than to sciences, despite the fact that Reed Richards was one of my earliest role models. But Reed himself was, of course, a creation of the arts. Levels of irony there.

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Well. I just got to the end of the last episode of "Veronica Mars". I watched the last three episodes tonight because I couldn't bring myself to stop. I can use 'benign postural vertigo' as a good excuse to lie on the sofa watching television obsessively, right? It felt like the right medicine.

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