hemoglobin

I called the midwives this morning, after noticing that I was increasingly sinking into an exhausted stupor, as if trapped on a spaceship with a broken ventilation system. That happened on Firefly, and Jayne told Mal and Wash to stop fighting, because they were using up all the air. That was a gratuitous teevee reference, there. Vomitola mentioned a Tardis on her blog today, and she didn't even give the name of the teevee show. I suppose we're all just supposed to know, like everyone knows what the significance of the number 42 is. I remember I was 24 before it occurred to me that some people in the universe may not have read Douglas Adams.

Anyway, so the midwife on call said I was probably getting anemic, and I should slaughter a buffalo and gorge myself on it. Instead, I dug up some prescription iron pills left over from when Ari was born. They are huge, and make me sick to my stomach. But the midwife said I could expect to start feeling better in a few days, which is way better than waiting for three months.

Content Challenge manages to bring out the trivial in me. Also, my blog editor is broken and I hate using the stupid web interface to post. And I don't feel like linking to anything. And the news is just so depressing. Not to sound like Noam Chomsky or anything, but everything is just lies, damn lies, and propaganda. "Islamofascists!" "WWII" "Chamberlain" "Appeasement!" "Cut-and-run!" "Nuclear Program!" "Madman!" "Freedom-haters."

Terrorists do not have the capacity to destroy our freedom and democracy. Only we can do that. Sure, they can scare the shit out of us. Still, we're way, way more likely to die in a car accident than in a terrorist attack. I am so tired of this story. And no, it's not because I'm getting complacent, thanks very much. You people who drive like maniacs on the highways every single day -- you're the complacent ones.

I can't wait till the annual scare-a-thon is over.