Librarything

No real posts today — been too busy getting the house on order and now have a bright shiny new distraction to keep me busy. I’ve finally succumbed to Librarything. For years I’ve kept a list of which books I owned in Excel, but I needed something I could look up anywhere, even if need be on a mobile phone in the bookstore. Adding books on Librarything is just the kind of mindnumbing, tedious but oddly satisfying activity that can keep me happy for hours…

How many spoons can you spend today?

As anybody who has been following Wis[s]e Words this year you know S. and I have been struggling with the recovery from “our” kidney transplant. Myself I’ve fortunately only had about a week of physical recovery time from the operation, plus another month or so of struggling with a opportunistic wound infection. S. on the other hand had been living with a lowered kidney function for years and while the transplant has made that more or less normal, the side effects have so far prevented her from enjoying a “normal” life.

One benign side effect of the transplant is that S.’s medicial problems have come out in the open, in so far that people understand why she so often was incapable of joining family functions and such. Any sufferer of a chronical illness or disability, especially the less visible ones, knows it can be difficult to explain why you can’t do normal, everyday things. Fantasy author Jay Lake (buy his books) knows the problem, due to his bout with cancer. To explain what it feels like, he talks about spoons:

Basically, the idea is when you’re sick that way (or in my case, in post-op recovery followed by chemo), you can still do anything you want. You just can’t do everything you want. People in full health start their day with a very large supply of spoons, the spoons representing increments of energy or attention or focus, and spend them as they go through their days. People in limited health have fewer spoons. Simple things like taking a shower can take a lot out of a person, for example. So you wind up asking yourself questions like, “do I have enough energy to take a shower and to do a load of laundry?” Because you have enough spoons to do either but not both.

The spoon theory was thought up by Christine Miserandino of butyoudontlooksick.com. Here she explains how she first used spoons to let a friend understand what it felt like to live with Lupus:

I asked her to list off the tasks of her day, including the most simple. As, she rattled off daily chores, or just fun things to do; I explained how each one would cost her a spoon. When she jumped right into getting ready for work as her first task of the morning, I cut her off and took away a spoon. I practically jumped down her throat. I said ” No! You don’t just get up. You have to crack open your eyes, and then realize you are late. You didn’t sleep well the night before. You have to crawl out of bed, and then you have to make your self something to eat before you can do anything else, because if you don’t, you can’t take your medicine, and if you don’t take your medicine you might as well give up all your spoons for today and tomorrow too.” I quickly took away a spoon and she realized she hasn’t even gotten dressed yet. Showering cost her spoon, just for washing her hair and shaving her legs. Reaching high and low that early in the morning could actually cost more than one spoon, but I figured I would give her a break; I didn’t want to scare her right away. Getting dressed was worth another spoon. I stopped her and broke down every task to show her how every little detail needs to be thought about. You cannot simply just throw clothes on when you are sick. I explained that I have to see what clothes I can physically put on, if my hands hurt that day buttons are out of the question. If I have bruises that day, I need to wear long sleeves, and if I have a fever I need a sweater to stay warm and so on. If my hair is falling out I need to spend more time to look presentable, and then you need to factor in another 5 minutes for feeling badly that it took you 2 hours to do all this.

The spoon theory is not meant to make people feel sorry for people like Christine, Jay or S., but to show a little bit of what they have to deal with. People are not defined by their illness or disability, but the spoons theory shows that they have to take into account their limitations.

Happy Happy Joy Joy



Not a very Happy Happy Joy Joy Eastern Sunday for me. I had gone to my parents for Eastern, with S. staying home, her son having come over for the bank holiday. Everything seemed to go alright, until I was called by him just before Sunday lunch — S. had collapsed on the toilet and needed to be taken to hospital. It’s at times likes these that you get to know your family: my parents drove me back to Amsterdam, in the borrowed car of my sister’s boyfriend. We left at noon and arrived at the hospital at two. S. was in intensive care, hooked up to an i.v. while the doctors ran various tests. For a time it seemed she might need to be put on a breathing aparatus, but fortunately this turned out not to be necessary. Quick action and experience soon stabilised her physically, the infection that once again seemed to be the root of the problem responding well to antibiotics, butI was more worried about how she would get through all this mentally. Barely responsive on Sunday, she seemed to only improve slowly this Monday and Tuesday, until today.

Once again we seem to have dodged a bullet; after having had a sobering conversation with the main doctor treating her yesterday, who explained that they had no idea if and how long it would take for S. to “wake up”, today when I called the hospital they said that she was awake and answering questions. I’ve never felt more relieved, nor did the rest of the family, not the least her son of course….

What remains is the fear this will happen again. This was the third time she had gotten home from the hospital only to have to return there in less then a week and this time it happened so quickly: alright on Friday, tired on Saturday, collapsed the day after. How the hell are we going to avoid yet another relapse so soon? Suggestions, on a postcard, to…

Books read March

Still reading much less then I did last year in the same month, but some of the books I did read were very good indeed.

House of Suns — Alastair Reynolds
A very large scale space opera, taking place in a huge chunk galaxy and spanning millions of years, by somebody known for his “realist” approach to the genre. I found this disappointing because this scale had seemingly no impact on the characters or plot. It felt like just another Revelation Space novel.

Militant Modernism — Owen Hatherley
Owen is of course the man behind Sit Down Man, You’re a Bloody Tragedy and it’s his writing on architecture and modernism which made me read this. Owen gives a spirited defence of Modernism, puts it in its class and political context while attacking the notion that Modernism was unpopular or dehumanising.

Fields of Conflict — Douglas Scott, Lawrence Babits and Charles Haecker (editors)
A collection of essays on the challenges and difficulties of battlefield archaeology, explaining techniques and research methods and spanning a wide range of archaeological sites, from ancient Roman battlefields to those of the Korean War. An excellent book, written for professionals but very much accessible for lay people like me, interested in this subject.

Capitalist Realism — Mark Fisher
Another book by a blogger on my blogroll. Though it’s very short, barely eighty pages long, but dense in its ideas, tackling a difficult subject. We’re living in an age when there seems to be no alternative to capitalism and in which capitalism ideology has disappeared, has become the common sense assumptions underlying our daily lives. Mark Fisher sets out to make this process visible again, through the concept of capitalist realism, the ideological processes that keep capitalism propped up.

Type: the Secret History of Letters — Simon Loxley
A breezy but informed look at the history of typesetting and letter fonts. Interesting and unlike similar overview books on other subjects, it never flagged and kept my interest to the end.

Greetings from sunny Amsterdam

Spring may officially still be a few days away, but both yesterday and today it was gorgeous weather here in Amsterdam. Even though we had a white Christmas, the winter was largely just dull and grey, with white snow quickly turning into grey goo, cold with barely any sunshine even. It was so depressing, especially for S., who at the best of times is particularly sensitive to the weather. All the medical troubles she went through in the past few months didn’t exactly help. But while the winter seems finally gone, her troubles unfortunately haven’t disappeared quite yet. Thanks to the immunosuppresant drugs she has to take her resistance is low and when she had just one ham sandwich a week ago was enough to give her food poisoning –even though the sandwich was fine. Food poisoning led to dehydration, she seemed to cope for a while, but still had to go back to hospital last Monday. That was quite a scare, as you may imagine. She’s doing well now, still under observation in the hospital, but is worried that this sort of thing will keep on happening, only being able to stay a few weeks at home at a time before something sends her back again or worse, not being able to leave the house much out of fear of catching something…

It’s hard on our kittens too, who seem to miss her horribly; nobody who talks to them during the day and me only coming home late at night, visiting S. from work. They’re desperate for attention when I do finally come home…

On a lighter note, she did manage, once a nurse helped her into a wheel chair, to get down to the main lobby from the fourth floor and then wheel herself outside to the smoking corner. See, nicotine addiction isn’t all bad, it can drive you to recuperate that much faster just to satisfy the craving…