May 4th 2007 - Eye injury

My boyfriend's eye ain't okay. He saw a doctor on some Greek island, who gave him an ointment. Today his eye hurt real bad, so he had to rush to a mainland specialist, who said that the first doctor had prescribed an ointment which wasn't supposed to be put in the eye! This resulted in permanent scarring and him not being able to put a lense in that eye again - ever. The other archealogists might help him report the useless doctor. It's sure no good way to begin your excavation training in Greece. It's so sad.

Finished reading a book about criminals sentenced to decapitation and where their more or less forgotten burial grounds are. It was also about crime in regular in the 18th century, and what I didn't know before was that being put in jail on "bread and water" was as if being sentenced to death. The bread didn't contain salt, which makes the body start aching more and more until the nerves and other tissue is destroyed and you die in delirium and pain. A man could live through this for no more than four weeks, and a woman was generally dead in just two weeks. I used to think "bread and water" was just boring nourishment. Victims sometimes chose to die rather than to be put on that diet.

Seem to be rotating some five books at the moment, depending on how dizzy I am. If my library slip lists more than twenty books, I'm embarrased. Less than a dozen, hey, I'm good. The most recent slip was 23 and the librarian had to fold it twice. The librarian's eyes always grow bigger and bigger as that machine doesn't seem to stop spitting out my slip. It feels like I snatched the best books, always the books they just bought and put on display, to make a big pile at home and curl up on them like a dragon on a stack of gold. My books! No touching! I saw them first!