April 24th, 2006


*scratch* *scratch*

Still spotty. Knees still hurt.

Mother's best guess: Shingles.
Her underlying logic: People my age don't get chicken pox, particularly people who've had it before. They get shingles instead.

My best guess: Chicken pox.
My underlying logic: It looks like chicken pox, and it feels like chicken pox. The spots aren't distributed like shingles, and the associated pain/discomfort is topical rather than neural. Also, I really don't want it to be shingles.

The same virus causes each condition. In each case, the treatment is broadly the same: the patient sits around grumbling and soliciting sympathy from anyone who listens.

Any further guesses about the nature of my malady are welcomed in the comments.

In other news, my interview at the US Embassy in connection with my visa application takes place at 9am tomorrow.
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Nicholas Tyndall, 1928/8/15 to 2006/4/19

Just had an email from mother, citing this.

Nick was living in Feltham for some years while I was growing up. He was a good bridge player, a good cook, and a good all-round friend.

He was also head honcho at the National Marriage Guidance Council, subsequently called Relate, and later at Cruse, the bereavement counselling service.

His wife, Liz, was one of the first female Anglican priests in the Church of England -- Feltham always was a pioneering parish in that regard, despite being in a diocese with a very conservative Bishop.

Well done Nick. You did well. Have a good trip.