My left arm

My left arm is acting very strangely. Firstly, I have this rashy thing on my fingertips that usually surfaces when it’s warm and humid (which this summer has been, no argument about that), but which has been worse this year and has started to annoy me so much I went to see the doctor yesterday. His diagnosis: heat and humidity (d’oh), stress and lack of sleep (double-d’oh). Prescription: rather complicated. Firstly a potassium permanganate (KMnO) solution to soak my hand in for five minutes every morning and evening, then an ointment of sorts 3 times a day and additionally a course of pills, also three times a day. He also said: “Take vitamin C”, so I will have to try to remember.

The potassium permanganate carries a warning: “May stain skin”. You betcha. Well, the skin is noticably stained only where it’s very dry, so it’s not so bad (except, of course, it looks like I haven’t washed my hand for weeks), but my nails are a lovely brown colour… Nice.

Now, as if a highly irritating rash on my fingers wasn’t enough, my left arm has decided now is a good time to just plain hurt. It feels a bit like the pain I get down my left leg when the sciatic nerve is under pressure. Is there a similar nerve going down the arm, I wonder? I’m quite prepared to believe that my neck is out of joint and bothering all sorts of nerves.

Order of the day, therefore, is trying to forget about the excruciating pain in my arm and at the same time remember to get up and stretch frequently in the hope that this may help.

And I repeat: Nice.

Looking for the English name for potassium I came across this lovely periodic table, btw.

Voice in my head: Shania Twain – Dance with the One that Brought You.

Webby goodness

I promised you a link to the new nmwl.no page, didn’t I? Well, if you’re interested you can have a look now – still have a bit of tweaking to do, mind you. This is a sneak preview, by the way, so far only the board-members have had the link, anyone going to the domain and omitting ‘index.php’ will be met with a ‘coming soon’ message.

Consider yourself priveleged ;)

(I notice I’m using emoticons a lot lately, must be the amount of time I spend on forums and msn – I’m considering adding smileys to my blog, but am in two minds about it… What do you think?)

Hello

Hello. Remember me? I’m back.

I figured I had better get up for a few hours because there is no way, 100% guaranteed, I would sleep through the 15 hours. I’d be more likely to sleep 8 hours and wake up feeling refreshed and wide awake at, uhm, 11pm. Which would do wonders for my internal clock. Not.

So now I’m going to start in on some of the junk food I had stocked to help see me through the thon :)

Call me mad (again), but I’ve already started thinking about strategies for the Blogathon 2004. Well, well, seems I’m a masochist after all, then – I must be if I enjoyed that, mustn’t I?

Btw, people – the sponsorship links will be active for another 48 hours (actually, make that 43 and a half) – it’s not too late to show your appreciation of my madness (or the madness of some of the other thoners) and sponsor me. All money going directly to Plan International (and I mean directly – I don’t get to say hello to it at all).

Jaha

Og hva har vi så bevist? Jo at Ragnhild er helt, fullstendig gal. Ikke at vi egentlig trengte ytterligere bevis på det, men da er det nå i hvert fall hinsides enhver tvil.

Og nå skal det soves.

På den annen side, man kjenner da meg: Hva tror dere sjangsen er for at jeg får sove med det første, på en skala fra en til ti?

Surely

Surely, surely, there must be one more good thing to say about Life in Norway?

It’s just that my mind’s gone blank.

Sod it, here’s another picture from western Norway.

glacier.jpg

Oooh. Glaciers. We have glaciers in Norway. Glaciers are cool. Literally. We also have some of the tallest waterfalls in the world, and I’ve got a picture of one of them – Vøringsfossen:

voringsfossen.jpg

Hey. That’s two good things.

Pubgrub

Ok, det var vel noe mer å si om puber. Man må jo nevne maten. Det er ganske utrolig hvor god og billig mat det er mulig å få på Britiske puber. Det finnes bomskudd, selvsagt (puben rett ved busstasjonen i Nottingham som har ett eller annet håndtverkernavn, for eksempel: Styr unna), men som regel er maten i det minste spiselig. Og altså billig. Den beste pastaen jeg noen gang har spist kostet £1.70 for en bolle på en pub i Salford.