I don't know about you, but I can't wait to hear results of Rituximab trials for people with PBC and M.E. If you don't know what I'm talking about that's probably a good thing. There will be a time when people look back to this as a very dark age, before lovely Research blazed a trail that found methods of treating symptoms of those with delinquent immune systems.
Meanwhile, I am back in retreat-mode with post-exertional neuroimmune exhaustion. The view from the window is good but my camera is out of battery and Mr. Signs and his iPhone are not here. Beside me are several packets of Christmas cards and the latest issue of Mslexia magazine. Downstairs are rooms full of mess and muddle and a chicken that is hoping to be roasted tonight, but right now standing up does not feel like a good idea. I am not sure if anything other than lying flat is a good idea.
Actually, yes - eating chocolate-covered marzipan is a very good idea, even if only in the short-term.
Poetry workshop tomorrow is out. Choir practice is a don't-know. Family party for my niece's birthday on Saturday. If I am to make that I will have to pay beforehand with sufficient non-activity.
No vegetables to go with the chicken but no way to get to the shops today. Damnation. But perhaps there is a stick of celery, one sweet potato and a few beetroot.
Advent now. I do want to send those cards.