June 8th, 2016
Tonight is the last night I’ll spend in Uppsala until near the end of August and I’ve been busying myself trying to make sure to pack up everything that I’ll want to have with me at home during that stretch and stuff it into my suitcase. My home wardrobe and my Uppsala wardrobe are entirely different–at home I mostly wear yoga pants and t-shirts due to grubby kid hands and the unreal amount of pet hair, while at work I usually wear dresses–so there isn’t much overlap clothes-wise, but I do need to take some things home to wash. There are also some shoes that I do wear in both places, as well books and papers, of course, and some odds and ends that I’ve picked up over the course of the past months that I don’t want to be without for two-and-a-half months.
I will be back in town briefly next Monday so it would be possible for me to pick up anything that I didn’t manage to cram into my luggage. I don’t want to weigh myself down too much, though, and it would be nice not to have to come by the apartment at all that day. I expect I’ll have to do it anyway, though, as I just now remembered that I my towels are among the things that need to be washed, and I don’t think I’ve got room to pack them this time. Besides, they’ll be wet after I use them tomorrow morning and I’d rather not pack them in that condition. Ah, well … if I do stop by to get them on Monday I’ll at least be able to do a last quick check for forgotten necessities.
June 7th, 2016
Sorry for checking out on you like that. I’ve just been busy, busy, busy, what with the kids’ end-of-school-year stuff and my own travel and trying to wrap up a bunch of different work things before spending the summer at home.
I probably ought to have updated earlier about how Lydia’s doing, but I guess I was in a “no news is good news” frame of mind. She’s been doing mostly fine, though she’s in the middle of yet another medicine change. It seems most likely that one of the medicine’s she was taking was indeed the reason she was feeling so poorly for a few weeks, so they’re switching out that one for a different one. At the moment she’s tapering down the dose of the old medicine and tapering up to a therapeutic level of the new one. So far, so food, but it’s always a pain for her to adjust her medication (something it feels like she’s been doing almost constantly for a few years now).
May 29th, 2016
Clearly I failed in my ambition to post every day this month. I’ve been in Uppsala since last Monday morning and I’ve had a very busy week with little time to think about posting. I’ll do my best to be back at it next week when I’m home for a few days.
May 23rd, 2016
As I was getting ready to leave for the airport this morning, Olof told me that Lydia had called him earlier and wanted him to go out to her house and bring her home. I decided to call her myself to see if there was anything I could do in my limited time still at home, and she sounded very poorly. In addition to feeling very sick and week, she was somewhat panicked by what felt like a repeat of last week’s experience.
At that point, Olof was at least 40 minutes out from her place, and I asked her if she felt as though she needed to go to the hospital again or wait for her dad. She said that I should call for an ambulance, so I did that while trying to hurry into my traveling clothes and put the final touches on my packing. The emergency operator wasn’t especially convinced that a trip to the hospital was necessary, but she took Lydia’s number and said that she would have a nurse call her an evaluate. The nurse was apparently of a different opinion than the operator, because when I talked to Lydia a short time later she said that an ambulance had been dispatched to her house.
As soon as Olof got home from dropping Yrsa at pre-school, we jumped in the car and he delivered me to the airport before continuing on to see to our girl (luckily, the airport is almost exactly halfway between our house and Lydia’s). When he got there the ambulance had already arrived and Olof followed them to the hospital in our car. From there the day seems to have progressed more or less exactly as last time. The episode seems milder, but still bad enough, and I strongly suspect that the increase of one of her medicines is the culprit. She’s got a call in to her neurologist, who I hope–for once–will get back to her in a timely manner.
This afternoon she came back to our house with Olof, where she’ll stay for at least a few days. As you can imagine, she’s very unhappy with the disruption of her life, not to mention the misery of feeling so sick. I hate that I’m away for so long when she’s not feeling well, but I have some things this week that I really can’t miss, and I know that Olof will take good care of her in my stead. Still, though …
May 22nd, 2016
Gearing up again to go down to Uppsala in the morning. As usual, I’m only about halfway packed and I haven’t yet decided what I plan to wear. The forecast has it looking to be fairly warm, if cloudy and occasionally rather breezy. Those are the hardest days to dress for, and I always manage somehow to get it wrong.
This will be a long trip, with me being away eight days and seven nights. Worse yet, I’ll be gone twelve of seventeen nights, including two weekends in a row. The kids, as you might imagine, are not especially happy about that and I confess that I’m not either. Needs must, however, and after that stretch and one more trip that’s down-and-back on the same day, I’ll have a little more than two solid months at home. I think we all need that.
May 21st, 2016
Despite the fact that this has been a crazy and hectic week, what with Lydia being sick and Petra’s concert and various other meetings and activities that involved everyone in the family, it seems, I have managed to get a fair bit of work done. I have a meeting in a couple of weeks with my dissertation supervisors and I need to have a text ready to send them a week in advance. I’m particularly thankful now to my past self for having made an unscheduled stop at the archives last time I was in Uppsala, because I’ve been able to make some headway on transcribing some of the letters I’m working on. To be honest, it’s going to take me many months to transcribe all of those letters, as there are a few hundred of them and in many cases I have to read individual words literally letter by letter, but I’m getting a sense of what they contain and where I might go from here.
I’ve also been reading some master’s theses and thesis proposals that will be presented at the Early Modern Studies workshop that’s taking place at the university next week. This is the same master’s program that I completed a couple of years ago, and it’s always fun to see what other people are working on and, with luck, to meet up with some old classmates that I don’t often have a chance to see. Also, there are three free meals, meaning that I don’t have to worry about food shopping and preparation for at least some of the time I’m away. That’s always a bonus.
May 20th, 2016
Petra playing with the band last night at the concert. You can’t really see her, but trust me, she’s there.
May 19th, 2016
Just when I start thinking I’ve got Sweden all figured out, I attend a music-school concert wherein a choir of junior-high girls sings “Drunken Sailor” and I realize all over again what a bizarre little country this can be.
May 18th, 2016
I took this picture of the park next-door last night at eleven o’clock. The light is so fantastic; now just to get some more leaves on the trees.
May 17th, 2016
I got a call from Lydia’s boyfriend, David, this morning just after eight, and he reported that she was still feeling poorly and wanted me to come over, just to be there with her. Not able to refuse such a plea, I finished getting the other kids off to school and drove out to visit my little sickling. I think she has some sort of stomach flu, which may have made her more susceptible to a seizure, or at least exacerbated the effects, and she’s really not feeling in top shape.
After sitting with her for a couple of hours, I convinced her to come back home with me (to be honest, it was only the thought of the car ride that made her hesitate), and she’s spent most of the day in her own bed trying to recuperate. I hope she’s feeling quite a bit better tomorrow, as the past couple of days have been pretty awful. She hasn’t been able to keep much of anything down, and she’s just all-around miserable. I don’t at all like the thought of her being sick, but I have to admit, I do like having her here at home.