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tgwbs
29 June 2007 @ 16:52
I have just fallen ill on the day of our Sixth Form Dinner & Dance / Prom thing (which begin in two hours). So I'm on paracetamol. I will also be drinking at the dinner thing.

So many people seem to fear mixing the two drugs, but according to various places, it's fine:

Is it dangerous to take paracetamol and drink alcohol?
A No. Indeed paracetamol and alcohol are metabolised by the same oxidative enzymes. (Source: http://www.pharmweb.net/pwmirror/pwy/paracetamol/pharmwebpichealth.html)

Paracetamol does not interact with alcohol when taken in recommended doses. (Source: http://www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk/articles/article.aspx?articleId=867)

There are lots of sites with people who don't seem to know this... Yahoo answers is probably funniest. In answer to "Can you take paracetamol while drinking alcohol?" the top answer is the rather vague but panicked "The paracetemol can react with the alcohol and it might be fatal or some critical damage may happen." My favourite is "dont!!!! it can damage ur liver and lead to need for liver transplant!" (Source: http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20061221054415AAveTRr)

Just thought this would be useful for any future ill revelling you guys may take part in.
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tgwbs
31 May 2007 @ 15:50
Poem  

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Where angels tread with sandalled feet,
There would I wish to dwell;
Where cupids with their bows of yew
Cast gentle soothing spells
And bliss entraps the souls of men
Whose bodies are no more
Wherefore their love, come from within,
Is distilled true and pure.
There love of fellow man is true
Not only due to duty,
But also thanks to truer sight
That sees inner beauty
And recognises nobleness
That otherwise is hid:
Encumbered by corporal life
We fools oft heed the id.
When impure flesh is stripped away,
When the spirit is free,
Sandals and harps shall be our own
As our souls learn to be.


~~~~~


In other news, I dislike being ill, even though I've only got a very minor cold. Whenever I get a cold, I always feel like I become more stupid, like my brain isn't working as quickly or as well as it should. I find it harder to do exam papers when ill, not due to lethargy but because I become dimmer. Does this happen to other people or am I just imagining it?

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tgwbs
29 May 2007 @ 15:52
Vague thoughts here. I am slightly ill (phenomenal amounts of phlegm have emigrated from my nose) so I blame that for the disjointedness of this. And also for the fact that I'm not revising.

Firstly, is there any way to delete memories on LJ? I have a random post by Sarah as a memory because it showed me how to cut, but I no longer need it.

 In other news, I really wish I was more musical. I'm surrounded by such talented musicians in RL - people with their own bands, writing their own songs, which are actually very good; people in jazz bands who sound amazing when put together; people who play several instruments - and on LJ - Sarah's amazing on the piano, Fea is one of those multiple-instument people and I'm not even going to mention Encai.

As Nogrod recently posted, music has this amazing ability to touch people. I don't think poetry has quite the same effect and is, in any case, not the most popular medium. I suppose I'd be content with getting some rhythm into my poetry à la Baudelaire, and I think I'm getting there, but there's a long way to go, especially considering how infrequently I write.

Speaking of poetic French people, here's a bit more Camus for the Camus-hungry:

Il est bon que l'homme se juge quelquefois. Il est seul à pouvoir le faire.
It's good for man to judge himself sometimes. He is alone in being able to do so.

"Tout est permis" s'écrie Ivan Karamazov. Cela aussi sent son absurde. Mais à condition de ne pas l'entendre vulgairement. Je ne sais si on l'a bien remarqué: il ne s'agit pas d'un cri de délivrance et de joie, mais d'une consatation amère. La certitude d'un dieu qui donnerait son sens à la vie surpasse de beaucoup en attrait le pouvoir impuni de mal faire.Le choix ne serait pas difficile. Mais il n'y a pas de choix et l'amertume commence alors. L'absurde ne délivre pas, il lie. Il n'autorise pas tous les actes. Tout est permis ne signifie pas que rien n'est défendu.
"Everything is permitted," writes Ivan Karamazov. He also feels the absurd, but only on the condition that one does not interpret him vulgarly. I don't know if you remarked: this is not a cry of deliverance or joy, but a bitter statement. The certainty of a God who would give His meaning  to life far surpasses in attraction the ability to do evil unpunished. The choice would not be difficult to make. But there is no choice, and so the bitterness commences. The absurd does not deliver, it binds. It does not authorise all acts. "Everything is permitted" dos not mean that nothing is defended.
 
 
 
 

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