November 16th, 2010

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[links] Link salad leaps forward greatly

Sunset on Mars — No spiders, though.

A fantasy flying boat from x planes — Paging Mr. Bel Geddes to the game room.

The complete story of The Register's paper airplane in space (PARIS) — Much expanding on yesterday's Technology Review article. (Courtesy of chriswjohnson.)

Is That Bottle Talking to Me? — For the truly dedicated drinkers among you. (Thanks to my Dad.)

Clowns Kicked KKK Asses — Hah. Social protest at its finest. (Via scarlettina.)

TSA Opt-Out Day, Now with a Superfantastic New Twist! — (Thanks to danjite.)

?otD: What color is your pair of shoes?




11/16/2010
Writing time yesterday: 2.0 hours (5,000 new words on Kalimpura, to 61,700)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 6.75 hours (solid)
This morning's weigh-in: 246.4
Yesterday's chemo/post-op stress index: 3/10 (fatigue, peripheral neuropathy, emotional distress)
Currently reading: Act of Will by A.J. Hartley

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[cancer] The clock in my head

My sleep patterns tell me a lot about how my body is doing. On chemotherapy, I routinely slept anywhere from nine to eleven hours a night and often took naps. I did not awaken reliably. I was groggy many days.

In the past few weeks, I've been able to wake comfortably and fully rested with six to seven hours a night of sleep. I still seem to need a longer night every few days, but not by a lot. This is allowing me to recapture much of what I consider to be my productive day.

Also, I've once more begun waking up when I decide to. This is a trick that I'd lost since last November, through the surgeries and the chemo. In my normal health, I can tell myself before I go to sleep when I want to wake up. I wake up then, usually three to five minutes ahead of the target time. I can go weeks without ever using my alarm.

That clock in my head is finally back. I hadn't realized how much I missed it, simply as a signifier of how I feel.