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Viral Christmas [en]

Today I’m finally feeling “well enough” to try and blog, after five days of fever. This is the third time I’m ill since mid-November. As I’m sick (!) of lying around, doing puzzles and watching TV series, and I don’t really feel up to much, I figured I could try and chronicle this – for science. So don’t expect anything really exciting from this post. My neurones are still reconfiguring.

It’s not impossible my first illness mid-November was covid, come to think of it. It could explain the two next back-to-back bouts. It might also be that my poor immune system is feeling down in the dumps after Monique’s death and the difficult times that have been following for me.

Illness 1

Late in the evening of November 14th I was suddenly hit with an awful sore throat. The last time that happened was in early July 2022 when I got covid. Why didn’t I think it was covid this time? The next morning, aside from the sore throat, I felt “fine”. Went to work the two next days with a mask and painkillers, but I didn’t seem to have any fever.

I remember being surprised at how functional I was, because usually, as soon as I come down with any kind of cold I feel like utter crap. Here, my throat was hurting, but I felt “generally OK”.

On the 16th however, I had a very strange episode of motion sickness. On the train back home to work I felt so nauseous I thought my midday sandwich was to blame. I got home, ate something felt better, took the car to drive to my dad’s where I was expected for dinner. After 10 or 15 minutes driving, I found myself wondering where on earth I was going to stop the car on the packed motorway with no emergency lane if I was sick. I couldn’t go any further and had to turn the car around at Morges. I arrived home feeling so horrible I expected to barely have time to rush to the bathroom, but no: between the time I got out of the car and into my flat, it had started to subside, and was back to normal within a short hour. Clearly the virus I was dealing with did something really weird to my inner ear.

On the 17th I rested. My nose was runny and I was coughing, but I’d seen worse. On the 18th I felt well enough to go and help out with the garden at the chalet. Maybe not the best idea (no hint of motion sickness though). I gave in mid-afternoon, and the next day I was out of it and my cough was worse (no surprise). I put myself on codeine and worked from home on the 20th. The next day I felt on the mend enough for my normal work regime, though the cough lingered on, as it usually does.

Illness 2

By December 2nd I was feeling ready to pick up judo again the next week. Woke up on the 3rd with a sniffly nose, and by end afternoon I was knocked out and slept a good 2.5 hours until 7.30pm. Had a dreadful night, not feeling well and upset that I was falling ill again. Stayed at home in bed on the 4th (nose and couch and slight fever, “my usual”), and bravely (stupidly) decided that after this day of total rest I would be well enough to go to work the next day.

Bad idea. After 10 minutes on the train I knew I had made a mistake. The friend I sometimes travel with was there and told me (kindly) that I looked like crap. I headed back home early afternoon, as soon as “the meeting” I’d been going for was dealt with. I took the 6th off (couch and rest), and saw my doctor on the 7th as I was still not feeling fit for work (I still had some fever). She put me on leave until the 11th, included. It was needed, though I felt terribly guilty about missing work and being ill. Symptoms this time around were mainly cough, cough, cough, some fever, a stuffy nose and feeling generally weak and miserable. The usual cold for me.

On the 12th I was back to being “normally” functional again, but taking the lift instead of stairs, though. At least my brain was back.

Illness 3

The cough lingered on as it always does but within a week I felt in good enough shape that I was running up stairs again and looking forward to finally going back to judo and skiing during the winter break (though I skipped singing practice on the 13th).

On the 21st morning I woke up with a painful trachea and a nastier cough than the day before. That didn’t bode well. Thankfully I was working from home. In the afternoon I noted that the two flights of stairs between my office and my flat felt like an exhausting trek and that I was pretty out of breath. As I suspected, my temperature was rising. I saw my doctor the next day, who checked that nothing scary was afoot, and I went back to rest, hoping I’d be fit for our first family Christmas party on the 25th.

As I’m trying to determine objective indicators I can use to decide if I’m “fit for work” or not (after the fiasco of illness 2), I though I’d keep track of my temperature and associated symptoms.

I can therefore confirm that when I’m running 37.1 or even 37.0 I feel like crap: my body is painful, moving anywhere is a huge effort, to say nothing of walking up a flight of stairs. My brain is mush. I am, however, able to watch TV series and listen to podcasts. When it climbs up to 37.5 or a bit more, it gets worse. Concentrating on a TV show or a podcast feels like an effort, and I’ll find myself not wanting to or giving up. I can cook a simple meal, however. You know, fry some fish fingers in the pan, make some pasta and heat some frozen vegetables. At 38.5 or more, we enter the world of “just let me close my eyes and wait until it’s over”. No podcasts, no TV. I can still crawl out of bed and put a frozen pizza in the oven. But no more than that. Mainly, I will be lying down, awake or asleep, mind blank, waiting.

So, on the 21st, 37.1; 22nd, 37.5; I don’t know what happened during the night between the 22nd and 23rd, but I know I hit 38.7, woke up at one point so drenched in sweat that I had to change, woke up another time shivering, woke up another time feeling my symptoms were much diminished (pain, inflammation), and in the morning of the 23rd I was still above 38.5. At some point in the afternoon I got so fed up that I took something to bring the fever down. 38 already felt much better, and 37.5 was positively wonderful – in comparison. I hovered around 37 and 37.5 on the 24th, and yesterday (the 25th) I was “almost normal”: down to 36.3 at times, my “base temperature”, but then back up to 37 in the evening.

Back to now

Today, on the 26th, is the first day I really feel “ok” and my temperature is normal (so far). Of course, I’m still coughing my lungs out, exhausted, and my whole body is painful. Codeine is going to continue being my best friend for the next days. I won’t be going to family Christmas tomorrow, but with a bit of luck I’ll be able to attend the one we postponed until the 29th.

I hope you enjoy all these calendar and numerical details. As you can see, it’s what’s coming out of my brain right now.

For those of you who may be concerned: of course I’m taking medicine for all this. As we all know, with viruses all you can do is rest and treat the symptoms. And I have the nasty, efficient, deadly drugs you need for that. Codeine, cortisone inhalers, decongestants that you shouldn’t take for too long, painkillers when needed, antihistamines for the night, steam thingy with an essential oil mix, stuff you pour down your nose, you name it, I have it. Yes, the sad reality of life is that you can “do everything right” and still fall ill.

Well, I’m not exactly doing everything right. One thing I have trouble doing is resting enough and taking it easy when I need to. A topic for another blog post.

I’ll leave you with a selection of TV series I’ve been watching, as I’ve gone through the existing offering of Star Trek. Definitely watch Slow Horses and The Night Manager if you like spy stuff. Catch up with Good Omens for something funny (and wicked). As Doctor Who season 14 is starting, have you caught up with the three 2023 Christmas specials? If you’ve missed them so far, I also recommend making your way through The Mandalorian, Picard, Ms. Marvel (love the South-East Asian cultural context) and, last but not least, Loki (even if you’re not into the Marvel stuff). Currently watching: The Wheel of Time (medieval fantasy, friendship, adventure, a quest, magic, powerful women…). Away from fiction, if, like me, you’re wondering if you maybe missed something by not knowing much about Taylor Swift, watch Miss Americana. I might be a fan now.

"Happy Holidays" and Christmas boycotts: Here We Go Again [en]

[fr] Joyeux Noël!

It’s the time of the year again. Christmas. I like Christmas. I’m not Christian. And like each year, the stuff that annoys me is the “let’s boycott Christmas” movement and the American “Happy Holidays” stuff.

Here’s a post I wrote two years ago which pretty much sums it up and is still valid today.

I think making a point of saying “Happy Holidays” instead of simply “Merry Christmas” only emphasizes the religious/believing dimension of Christmas, in a sort of weird Streisand effect: “ew, it’s a Christian celebration, I’m not Christian, I’m not going anywhere near it.” To me this kind of attitude actually smells of fear. What on earth is wrong with considering Christmas a secular celebration of love and peace for those who do not believe (in Christianity), a celebration which has its historical roots in the dominant religious tradition of Europe and America, and that we keep around even when it’s emptied of its religious dimension? (Er… like Thanksgiving, for example?)

And even if it wasn’t, what is wrong with wishing somebody with a different faith of yours a good celebration of something that’s important to them? I have no problem wishing Muslims a Happy Eid, or Hindus a Happy Diwali — or Christians a Merry Christmas. Why would I seize the occasion to point out that I believe that what they believe is not true? I don’t see the point.

But again, my argument is that Christmas has long since ceased to be a religious celebration (except for the more religious Christians out there) and is now mainly a family/commercial thing.

Which brings us to my second pet peeve: people who throw out the baby with the bathwater and reject all of Christmas and all of the gift-giving because of the excesses involved. Of course, present inflation sucks. But there are ways to reject present inflation without throwing out Christmas. You can decide to have less presents. You can put a price cap. You can decide to have only presents that have cost time rather than money. You can have a present lottery with one present given and received per person. There are options.

What irks me the most with the (mostly) American “Happy Holidays” is that I don’t believe that Thanksgiving gets the same treatment. Hullo? Thanksgiving! The pilgrims! Giving thanks to… who, already? I sometimes see the very same people who turn their noses snobbishly up on Christmas joyfully feast on turkey at Thanksgiving. Why the double-standard?

So Merry Christmas everybody. Whatever you believe.

Bagha: One Year, Coming Up [en]

[fr] Bientôt un an sans Bagha. Retour de tristesse.

In a couple of weeks, it’ll be one whole year since Bagha died. I’m feeling sad these days. Memories of my last weeks with him. Life with my old cat, wanting to make the most of my time with him, but not knowing how short it was going to be.

I realized how close we were getting to a full year when eclau turned three early November. Eclau’s second birthday led to the first Jelly there, and the photos I took that day are some of the last ones I have of Bagha.

I did take some photos after that, actually, but hadn’t put them online. Here’s the last photo I have of Bagha, just two weeks before his death. I was actually playing about with my new camera, and imagined I had all the time in the world to shoot great photos of Bagha with it.

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You haven’t seen many “dead cat” posts here lately, because mostly, I think I’m done going through the worst of my grief. Time does heal. So do tears and pain, actually. That was a new idea for me — that feeling pain was part of the healing process. Writing about what I was going through helped, too.

This summer, I realized I was slowly starting to be ready for another cat. Or cats, actually — I want two. During my latest trip to India, I got to hang out with a couple of Indian cats (Ebony and Cookie), and remembered how much I missed feline presence. I miss having a cat. I want to have a cat or cats. The timing isn’t good though, because with six weeks in India coming up, I’m going to wait until my return (this is something I’ve had planned for a long time now: cats after India).

So anyway, not so much to write about. I’ve been settling well in my catless life.

But right now, it’s coming back. I’m leaving for LeWeb tomorrow — it was my last trip away before Bagha died. Christmas is coming up. My friends and I were cooking Christmas biscuits when Bagha had his heart attack. My last interaction with him, before the attack, was to invite him over to lap up a broken egg from under the table. Then he went back to my room to resume his nap on the bed.

I miss him more now than I have these last months.

Christmas was a blur. Bagha died on the 19th, and I was beside myself with grief during those days where I’m usually winding down for the end-of-year celebrations, preparing presents, looking forward to spending some time with my family. Christmas approaching, and my departure for India just after that — they remind me of how horribly sad I was at that time.

I wish I could go back a year and have my last weeks with Bagha again.

These days, like last year at the same time of the year, I feel I have pretty much managed to get back on my feet and regain some balance (some days better than other) after what has been a pretty difficult year. When I lift my head up these days and breathe this new air, I remember that last time I felt like this, and the air was cold and the nights were dark, Bagha was here with me.

I miss him.

What Christmas Means to Me [en]

[fr] Une réflexion sur ce que Noël représente pour moi -- en réaction aux "anti-Noëls" qui rejettent un peu le tout en bloc pour contrer les excès consuméristes des fêtes de fin d'année...

Each Christmas season, I feel the urge to write a blog post about what Christmas means to me. I haven’t done it yet (I actually had to go and check my archives for these last years to make sure, because I thought I had).

I’m sure that like me, you’ve stumbled upon your share of articles online decrying Christmas excesses. In reaction to out-of-control consumerism, some stop giving presents, others do away with Christmas altogether. And then you have those who argue that as atheists or practitioners of another religion, they “don’t do Christmas, because they’re not Christian”.

I’m aware I might be missing part of the point here because most of this anti-Christmas sentiment seems to come from the US, and is as such a reaction to Christmas-in-the-US, when all I know is Christmas-in-Switzerland.

Nevertheless, I want to bear witness that it is possible enjoy Christmas, with gifts and without excesses, whatever religious dimension you give — or don’t give — to this pagan-christian-consumerist celebration.

I guess it helps that as a child, I experienced Christmas as an exciting family gathering, where I got to see my uncles and aunts and cousins all together once a year. That usually meant between a dozen and eighteen people in the house for whoever was organizing. I guess it was more stressful for the parent generation than for us kids, but in any case I think it was never so bad as to make the atmosphere sour.

I’m an atheist, but I have nothing against religion in general. And though Christmas has roots in Christian (and pagan!) tradition, to me it has become a secular celebration — though I find it is not unhealthy to use the occasion to reflect upon values such as sharing, love, hope and peace. We of the West live in a mainly Christian culture, and Christmas is part of that. I’d be curious to know if Christians in India refuse to celebrate Diwali, for example.

Of course, secularization can translate into rampant overdone commercialization, which I think is a shame. But it’s upto each of us to draw the lines, and I find it sad when this has to be done by rejecting the celebration altogether: I’ve never been a fan of throwing away the baby with the bath water.

I like Christmas. Even though my family has fragmented with the years, it’s an occasion to spend an evening around a nice meal with the people I love and exchange gifts with them. What is wrong with that?

A nice meal doesn’t have to equate with waste and over-indulging (let’s stop at indulging, shall we?) and gifts do not have to be terribly elaborate or horrendously expensive to make somebody happy.

I think exchanging presents is a nice gesture. This year, we had a laugh at my dad’s because some of us ended up trading tea tins or bath products. The result of the equation is not that important (who cares if you give somebody tea and they give you tea too?!) but the act of giving.

We should not completely disregard the worldly pleasures of simple physical gifts because we would rather wish for lofty immaterial gifts for mankind. Of course we would rather have world peace. But I’m so happy about the book you gave me.

This year, in addition to my family Christmas celebrations, I had a “Christmas with friends” for the first time. Half a dozen of us gathered at Nicole‘s place, I prepared daal, guacamole and salad, and we had a lovely evening preparing food, chatting and eating.

For me, this is what Christmas is about.

So, maybe I don’t get it, but a lot of the fuss around Christmas excesses seems pretty easy to solve: scale things down a bit if you’ve been going overboard. Focus on having a nice time with those who are dear to you. Release some of your internal pressure to live up to expectations (real or imagined) you’re not comfortable with.

It sounds too simple. I must be missing something. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas celebrations — or absence thereof if that was your choice.

Christmas [en]

[fr] Quelques réflexions au sujet de Noël -- des grandes fêtes de mon enfance avec tous les cousins jusqu'aux fêtes plus intimes des familles fragmentées d'aujourd'hui.

Pour une fois, je ne suis pas stressée par les cadeaux de Noël. Je m'y suis prise "à l'avance" (dès jeudi au lieu de tout le 24), et j'ai même pris plaisir à choisir du joli paper d'emballage.

Les publications frénétiques sur ce blog ne reprendront sans doute pas avant la fin des fêtes de Noël.

Joyeux Noël à tous. Prenez le temps d'être avec ceux qui vous sont chers.

As a kid, I used to like Christmas. It was a chance to get together with all my cousins, uncles and aunts, eat nice food, light the Christmas tree and distribute presents. I like to think we are a family which didn’t go overboard with presents. A CD, a book, a nice vase, a jumper, or a couple of beautiful candles — sometimes bigger presents from parents to children, obviously, but overall, I’m pretty proud of us, looking back.

As I grew older and the “next generation” of kids started arriving (and we became proper adults), the annual Christmas gathering broke up into smaller parts. I don’t see my cousins at Christmas any more. We all celebrate in our smaller, nuclear families.

Then there are break-ups, divorces, and more fragmentation.

My brother and I get two Christmas parties nowadays. One with my dad and “his” side of the family, and a similar one with my stepmum. Four-five people, smaller than the gatherings of my childhood, but cosy. Sometimes, these small family gatherings seem a better site for tensions between individuals to surface — but maybe this has more to do with me being an adult now than the size of the group. As a child, one isn’t always aware of all that is going on in the “grown-up world”.

So, overall, I like Christmas — even if over the last years there have been some parties which have not turned out as fun as we hoped.

The one thing I don’t like is shopping for Christmas presents.

I don’t like the commercial overload one is subjected to in the shops. I don’t like the fact that there are too many people. And I don’t like the fact that usually, I leave Christmas shopping until the last minute, and have to find/buy my presents in a rush on the 24th before going to the party in the evening.

This year, things are different.

I decided to start early. “Early”, for me, means that I went Christmas shopping two days ago, on Thursday. I bought a couple of presents. I went again yesterday. Bought another few presents. And today: a few more.

The result of all this is that I had a nice time walking around town, looking at things in shops (which is something I like doing!), bumping into friends (because particularly around Christmas, Lausanne is a little village), choosing presents, and even buying pretty wrapping paper and cards.

Even my sprained big toe last night at judo hasn’t managed to make me feel stressed about these pre-Christmas times.

There isn’t much blogging here these days as you’ve noticed, as I’m spending a fair amount of time away from the computer — but no fear: I still have a pile of posts to write “asap”, ideas, and energy to keep things going. Might just have to wait until after Christmas, though.

Merry Christmas everyone. Enjoy your time with those you hold dear. Remember it’s about love.