This weekend’s Open Thread is hosted by an otter cuddlepile. (image from Glamhag on flickr.)
Courtesy of Hamish Irvine on flickr.
Please feel free to use this thread to natter about anything your heart desires. Is there anything great happening in your life? Anything you want to get off your chest? Reading a good book (or a bad one)? Anything in the news that you’d like to discuss? What have you created lately? Commiserations, felicitations, temptations, contemplations, speculations?
I have just started playing a ‘new’ RPG Divine Divinity: Original Sin. (Did someone say “shouldn’t you be writing transition reports, eilish?”)
If I want, I can have two female PCs. Guess what? I will! If you have a male PC, he defaults as the leader.
Also unsurprisingly, the female PCs have skimpier clothing than the male ones who are bulky and muscular while the female avatars are yes, you already know.
Truly funny thing: when sneaking in this game, you turn into a rock. You see two rocks creeping along. Fantastic.
I love RPGs. If only they loved me back.
But GassyGoat is totally about ethics in gaming journalism.
Back home! I was discharged yesterday about lunchtime, had a lovely lunch with the family, then pretty much retired to bed. I took the laptop with me, but ended up not switching it on. My own bed was just too comfy, so I luxuriated in it.
Apparently I had 7 gallstones, one of which was pretty huge. I didn’t get to see them or keep them, they don’t do that any more. Interesting that I’ve become so used to having a dodgy neck-upper back that I disregarded longstanding gallbladder symptoms, assuming that they were just another variation in my musculoskeletal woes. It’s really not a good thing generally to become too accustomed to chronic pains.
Good to hear tigtog. Keep an eye out for similar symptoms in future. My gran got gallstone like pains 30 years after she had her gall bladder removed. They did every test under the sun before eventually discovering that she did have have a gallstone – it had formed in the tiny bit of bile duct she still had!
As for me, I spent most of the weekend feeling like those otters. I was interstate on a course all week, and came back to Adelaide to find it hot and full of pollen (seriously I started sneezing the minute they opened the plane doors) and then the Boy Who Will Not Sleep was sick.
After a start that lulled us into a false sense of security, hayfever season has hit with a bang. It would seem that Mr 11 is even more allergic than his Dad. He is, on medical advice, on an adult dose of hayfever tablet, eye drops and a nasal spray. It just keeps it in check although he is still often a little red and puffy around the eyes. I suspect that this may be an ongoing battle.