While my ANA has gone down (or is it up – the better direction in any case), my C3 count has now been recognised as low. But my doctor doesn’t seem to think it’s lupus. Next blood test is in 4 months time, while my neutrophils continue to remain low, but not too low (1.3).
Tomorrow I see my neurologist, so maybe he can shed some light on whether he thinks this is all caused by the Epilim I am using for my Epilepsy.
EcoCultural Studies – nothing marked as yet, but I only have one last mega assignment to do and then I’m sorted. Feeling good, so long as I can get through the ~2000 words.
Pop: Encounters with the Arts and Humanities – total marks back are at 43/70… so I only need 7/30 on my last assignment, but shall be aiming for higher, naturally.
The Nature of Narrative: Self, Time, Place and the Environment – with only 27.5/60 I’m perhaps struggling with my narrative work the most. I need to score a Credit on my final assignment to cross the finish line.
After years of watching Hugh Laurie play the character Dr. House, and having just started watching season one through Australian Netflix, I was quite surprised to have my haematologist say to me that it could be lupus today. The good news, all those vials of blood they took a fortnight ago have come back to clear me of whatever he was testing for, but has shown an increase in ANA, something that could indicate an autoimmune disorder. Now I have to wait another fortnight to find out if my body is attacking itself or not.
I don’t feel sick, or look sick. I am sleeping a lot, so there’s perhaps still some fatigue there, and I haven’t had any other symptoms other than perhaps my hand heating up last week, but that went away. The heating, not the hand. My lymphocyte count is also up to 1.4, not great but better than the low.
Creativity isn’t something that comes naturally to me. I’ve never been good at writing short stories or putting to paper the thought processes that go on inside my head. I remember all the way back in primary school another student writing a great short story one class that was read out proudly at the end. I can’t recall whatever I came up with. So when I have creative assessments at university, I struggle a lot to make sense of them. Luckily, some of them give me a way out, a way forward.
This blog entry is about a subject I’m taking called Pop: Encounters with the Arts and Humanities. It’s a core unit and a strange one at that. I hope my creativity in this entry will shine through the images I want to share, from a unit I took last year on photography. At the end of the unit I was asked to showcase my best images from the session, but not to elaborate. Here I’m going to take it a step further.
I took 69 photos that day. I was stood at the end of the runway at Coolangatta, taking photos of planes as they landed. I’m not terribly good at plane-spotting, but it’s a hobby I’m having a go at. A lonely seagull came to see what I was doing, probably thinking I had food, and allowed me to rattle off some photos. I did better with the seagull than the planes, and that’s how it made the cut.
Anyone that knows me knows that I like to travel. If I could, I’d just travel all the time, because for me it’s as much about the journey than it is solely about the destination for most people. I just love flying, and of course why wouldn’t you when you have shiny cards that get you into lounges. On this morning I was flying with friends who share my passion to Sydney for the night. I had just finished a champagne breakfast so was feeling a bit giddy, and couldn’t resist playing with the fisheye lens.
That night, in Sydney, I was given the chance of photographing the Australian War Memorial in Hyde Park at night. With virtually no one around, I felt I pulled off some really nice photos, again using the fisheye lens.
A few weeks later, still playing with the fisheye lens, I tried to catch a glimpse of the Milky Way. It didn’t pan out for me, probably due to a number of factors but the amount of nearby light pollution I’m sure didn’t help. The photo didn’t turn out too bad though, even with part of the house visible in a corner.