So recently I had to take a week long course of flucloxacillin, all because of my usual summer problem, being bitten by insects. It happens every year and every year I end up covered in little(ish) lumps for a few months. Except this time it didn’t stay like that.
This was the initial lump that I dicovered the first evening while getting ready for bed. This is pretty normal for me so I didn’t much of it at the time.
Overnight it grew and developed…it looks a little shiny because of the hydrocortizone cream I was slapping on it. I got through an entire tube of the stuff in a couple of days. As you can see it started to develop rings and get really interesting looking…
…and it didn’t stop growing either. The day after my initial discovery of the bite I think it tripled in size at least untill it covered close to half my thigh…
This was the point when I decided I should take it to a doctors. It was really hot and swollen and it began to leak fluid quite badly from the central area which had gone oddly thick and hard. Actually getting into a doctors was a bit of an experince and I ended up going to the local out-of-hours clinic who are excellant, very helpful and friendly people, and gave me the prescription for the flucloxacillin.
The flucloxacillin ended up being even worse than the actuall insect bite, infected or not. It was like I’d suddenly developed a really bad cold, I was coughing and grotty feeling and all bunged up, ridiculously tired, and increasingly as the seven days went on I couldn’t eat solid food. My throat was too sore and painful and it was getting more and more difficult to swallow. At one point I even began to have difficulties speaking because my tounge began to be affected.
Should I have gone back to the doctors and explained what was happening, that the only thing I could manage to eat was jelly and yougurt? Maybe, possibly…probably. I think I jus got very fixated on finishing the course of tablets, antibiotics are something you don’t mess around with for very good reasons.
As soon as I finsished the course of tablets my health improved, I’m still coughing a little bit but I’m back on normal food and feeling pretty normal now, and if a doctor tires putting me flucloxacillin again I’m going to refuse it. I just have a nasty suspision that if my body reacted like this, this time, then next time it might be even worse. I don’t know for certain but do I really want to find out?
…and this is what happens.
Fortunately I’d got one of those wire pan scrubbers so it wasn’t a total disaster.
So finally we’re going to get some more Harry Potter, a play in fact, set years after Harry’s time at Hogwarts. Which is excellant, more fuel for the fanfic fires. But I understand there’s been some controversy over it due to one of the casting choices.
The person chosen for the role of Hermione is Noma Dumezweni, an actress who’s had roles in everything from Macbeth to The Bill to Doctor Who. Obviously a versatile and hard-working lady.
So what’s the controversy?
Ms Dumezweni is black.
Personally I’m really struggling to see why Ms Dumezwani’s casting is such a problem. Coming from a background of heavy fanfiction consumption I’ve seen so many variations on the diffrent characters of Harry Potter that really, what’s the issue? This is just another variation on a much loved character and it will be extremely interesting to see what Ms Dumezweni brings to the role…but compared to fanfiction, seriously, her casting is increadibly vanilla…and rather safe.
And here’s some evidence to prove my case…
…if you thing black!Hermione is challenging how about…
…up working in retail. You just get that display, or stand, or whatever looking absolutely perfect, and then some customer comes along and tears it apart.
Absolutely hair-tearing 😦
(Thomas Sanders on Vine)
They’re frightening popular as the shelves of my local branch of WHSmiths shows. Unfortunately these colouring horrors are squeezing out art magazines, hobbiest as well as more serious ones, including my absolute favourite Juxtapoz. This is an American comtemporary art magazine which showcases the work of really interesting and talented artists from around the world that I wouldn’t otherwise get to see…and now I can’t get my hands on it will struggle to get to see 😦 their website, though nice, isn’t anywhere near as good as the magazine itself.
And it’s not much better over by their selection of art books.
Most of what they have on offer are the dreaded colouring books; in fact next to their “art” section is a full section display of the blasted things. All that’s left is a few how-to books for popular media like water-colours and acrylics, and things like “365 things to draw”.
I’m frustrated, beyond frustrated. I’m also dubious as to their claims of being theraputic. I have actually tried some myself and ended up bining them when they resulted in several months of my getting nothing very much at all done. I found them to be an extremely soporifc experience rather like day-time television, neither creative nor a helpful release for any stress or tension I might have been experiencing. In fact because I wasn’t getting of my own work done I ended up feeling worse than if I hadn’t touched the blasted things.
Maybe some people do find them helpful but I do not, and now I see them taking over the subject that I love so much.
To wipe or not to wipe…
Otherwise know as the artist’s ulitmate nightmare, a soul crushing inability to produce a single meaningful image at all…and I’m only just begining to see the other side of it.
This wouldn’t be the first time this happened to me. After I completed my art foundation I found myself utterly unintrested in art of any kind at all, a state which lasted nearly a year. This time had been rather diffrent, I’ve wanted desperately to draw but everything I’ve touched as turned to ash, at times even being unable to put pencil to paper, it’s been that extreme, an increadibly depressing situation to be in. The only approach I have found that works for me in this situation had basically been to go and do something else for a while.
Thank goodness for the fan-fiction, it has been keeping me sane, and creative in the meantime.
Except it’s now been close on two whole years since I’ve actually managed to do any meaningful art, a terrible situation for anyone to be in. Which led me to looking at the coping methods of other fellow afflicted arty types…a quick scurry over to youtube and I was amazed and feeling much more cheerful about the whole situation, given the literally thousands of videos dealing with the topic. There were so many approaches and opinions and…and…
This one particulalarly caught my eye, and made me feel a lot more positive about my situation. I had just never considered Artist’s Block like this before…