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.

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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 …

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May 22nd, 2016

On the move

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.

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May 21st, 2016

Worky, worky

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.

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May 20th, 2016

Brass band

Petra playing with the band last night at the concert. You can’t really see her, but trust me, she’s there. :)

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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.

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May 18th, 2016

The most wonderful time of the year

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.


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May 17th, 2016

Still peaky

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.

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May 16th, 2016

Long day

This was not the day I planned to have. This morning as I was walking home from dropping Yrsa off at pre-school, I thought to myself, Ah, 6 glorious hours to get some work done. Alas, it was not to be.

I should probably preface this by saying that everything is okay, but it was a pretty stressful morning for sure. As soon as I walked in the door, Tage yelled down the stairs that Lydia had just called and needed something. I assumed that it was bus money or the like that she was after, but as soon as she answered the phone when I called her back, she said, “I need you to come out here and take care of me. Something is really wrong with me.” Yikes.

After I asked her a few questions, it seemed as though she’d probably had a seizure (she has epilepsy, remember), and as she was feeling bad and was home alone she was pretty freaked out. I said I’d be there as soon as I could–she lives about twenty minutes away from us–grabbed my purse and hurried out the door. She had told me that she wasn’t feeling strong enough to come open the door for me so that I’d have to go over to the landlady next-door and get her key to get in, so I made that brief stop before going in to check on my girl.

When I walked in, she was conscious and lucid, but lying on the bedroom floor and not really moving. I tried to get more information from her, but wasn’t really sure what had happened. Because she was so still, I asked her to wiggle her toes, at least, so that I’d know that she could move. That went okay, and after a couple of more minutes I told her that she probably ought to go to the hospital. Generally she balks at that, and it’s true that she usually doesn’t need to go in after a seizure, but it was testament to how bad she was feeling that she readily agreed. I didn’t think I could manage getting her to the car myself, and I still wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, so I called for an ambulance.

The EMTs arrived after twenty minutes that felt like twenty hours and, after talking to her for a bit, they got her on a gurney and loaded her into the ambulance. I grabbed some extra clothes and whatnot for her, and followed them to town in the car. Once at the hospital, it was basically a case of hurry-up-and-wait. Throughout the course of the next couple of hours, she had an EKG and a neurological exam, and had blood taken, plus got a bag of IV fluid because she had a bad headache and had been throwing up. All of the tests came back normal, but she was still feeling pretty poorly after a few hours, so the doctor offered to let her stay overnight if she wanted. She considered it briefly, but in the end she mostly just wanted to sleep in her own bed, so I drove her and David back to their place and got her settled on the couch with a blanket before heading back home just before four in the afternoon.

It seems most likely that she had a seizure while she was sleeping and somehow “woke up” in the middle of it, which has never happened. She has never been conscious during a seizure before (something the doctor confirmed is rare), and the whole experience shook her up a lot. Not ever having been an active participant in her seizures, so to speak, she really didn’t know what was going on and she was quite understandably terrified.

All’s well now, however, and she’s home with her absolutely wonderful boyfriend, who not only left work and came to the hospital shortly after we arrived there, but is also staying home from work tomorrow so that she doesn’t have to be home alone. To be completely honest, a big part of my mother’s heart would rather that she were here with me, but I know that she’s in good hands where she is.

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May 15th, 2016

More about Eurovision

So I was wrong. The best part about Eurovision wasn’t in fact Ian McKellen and Derek Jacobi (as wonderful as they are), it was Petra Mede and Måns Zelmerlöw. Even Buzzfeed agrees. They were pretty spectacular.

Next best was that Ukraine won (with a political song!) over Russia, the favorite. The song wasn’t my favorite, but it was okay, and the message was a strong one. I know a lot of people aren’t happy with the results, but I’m not one of them.

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