After breakfast at the waffles place….
I knew I couldn’t go the hike around Costco, so I asked, and indeed there are wheelchairs for loan, so I got one, persuaded Jane I’d be the shopping cart if she’d push, and we whirled around Costco at a speed at which I began to protest whiplash– But it was good. I got to see things, got a few free food samples, Jane got some coconut-covered cashews, and a nice winter jacket, and I got to get out of the four walls I’ve been in since Shejicon ended. Fun!
Got some writing done, too.
And a MOUSE just crawled up the brickwork beside my window—I think the cold is coming. Sei watched it go, with every hunting instinct ih his kitty brain going off. He didn’t know what to do about it, but the Scottish Folds are descended from one Scottish mouser. The mouse climbed down again and left, so he didn’t get into the attic. This is a good thing.
The neighbors who had the two cats that kept our garage mouse free have moved. Alas, we now have no yard-kitties. WE will have to resort to other means to deal with the garage mice. I hate doing them in, but we can’t have them in there chewing up our stuff all winter.
She likes it. I’m picking up a flavor that makes me want to down it fast. But…if it’s a good, healthy way to remember the damn vitamins, that’s a good thing. Ook. I drank it before coffee. Now I want a lot of coffee. One thing I don’t think this stuff has is caffeine. Maybe that will help.
Got up at 8:30 after going to bed at 10. Left to my own devices, I’d probably have slept 3 more hours, but I’ve got a 6:45 AM lab appointment Thursday, and I don’t want to oversleep.
The knee is fevered.. I think I’m going to give them a call tomorrow and see what they think. Improved but still painful. At least I haven’t had to take Advil today. Hurts, but doesn’t hurt awfully.
Last night was the pits. I’ve had bursitis and broken bones, and I would say the pain level on this one is about that of the broken arm. Kinda gets to you. Last night I opened the spice cabinet, got caught in a cascade of bottles, stepped back, and yes, that hurt. I kept trying to put the bottles up, and the bottles kept falling, and Jane came in to take over, thank goodness. I’ve tried to do a bit about the place, but that was the absolute pits, and I had to admit I needed to go sit and stay there. 2 AM, it lit up again, along with a case of heartburn, and I spent two miserable hours trying to ice it down to quiescence and not have to take Advil.
Today has been much better. I have gotten through most of the day with out Advil and without a lot of the pain…Jane’s spent the day picking up, bless her, and doing the bit of yard work that needed doing, and now she’s fixing dinner. I am not lifting a finger. I’ve taken 2 Advil, hoping for an evening when I can do a little gaming and get to bed for some sleep.
Poor me, poor me, chorus of moans and violins. But da-amn! this has been miserable!
We didn’t get the aurora, either. Bummer.
But—over all—doing pretty well. We’re now settled in for a swiftly-approaching fall, and the waterlily is slowing down on its blooms, with increasingly cool water in the pond.
I want so badly to get to work on this book. But one thing about writing—you can do it lying abed with chicken soup.
I was so full of painkillers yesterday I didn’t note the date. Maybe tonight, weather depending.
I tell you, painkillers for a few days and the mail just keeps coming. I think I have it all handled.
Disappointed this morning that the knee’s still touchy. Had to start the day with Advil, and I don’t like to write when I have anything in my system. Bummer!
We went out and looked for the aurora last night but that mean old flare must’ve missed us—we didn’t get a thing.
I do pretty good with this knee during the day, but boy, standing on my feet to cook (which I love doing) sets me up for an evening of pain, serious pain. I don’t know how I got through the conventions with it, but then I was on a LOT of Advil. It’s weird: it’d get to hurting so my eyes would just start watering—streaming down my face, but I wasn’t as aware of specific pain as I am right now, with the bad spot down to one. Weird. I collect weird human reactions, and this is certainly one.
I think I’m going to send Jane out after a few cans of Bavarian sauerkraut and we’ll have some of that nice kielbasa we picked up at Costco.
Am I rambling a bit? I think it’s the Advil. Jane’s got to clean the pond filter. I sure can’t. Jane’s gotten stuck with ALL the work before and during and after Shejicon, so I’m feeling like Camille, lying grandly abed, being dramatic. But ah, well, the rest of the injury is healing fine. Swelling’s way diminished. Just that one pesky spot that can light up in neon…
Today I’m down to one Advil, being cautious, but not having pain. I was clear-headed enough to actually gather up my notes and write the opening paragraphs of the next book.
I ought to get out there and wash out some pond filters–but that might be pushing it.
Way better than Sunday, I’ll tell you!
What I managed to do is aggravate the knee mightily…first annoyed it in one direction, in a mistep, then the other, in a subsequent near fall two days later, and x-rays are duly taken and made clear. Probably a good thing I got rid of the old Reebok sandals that allowed the ankle to pitch in—the cartilage is wearing on that side. Now I am resting weight in a better way, with orthotic shoes and sandals. But the tendons were strained in the first sprain, then reinjured, and I have fluid where fluid doesn’t belong, in the bursas (small pockets) that attend the several tendons, as best I get it. So tendons are not torn from their attachments, but they (and nerves) are being pressed upon by a lot of swelling and fluid retention. This creates the pain. I also have a little arthritis, but nothing serious. The short-term cure? Ice, Nsaids, exercises, and today a nice shot into the cavity of the knee to try to move out the fluid. Nice long needle, but it sounds much worse than it was: microfine needles don’t really hurt. Well, not until they get where they’re going—then the sky kind of lights up purple for a couple of seconds, but it’s more pyrotechnics than pain.
Anyway, when you have that kind of thing done you get a bit of an adrenaline buzz, so I’m not worth much today, but the pain is lessened (ice and the numbing portion of the shot) and they say a couple of weeks more and this should be all better.
Thanks to those who’ve expressed concern. I think we’re onto it and it doesn’t look like surgery unless I do something massively stupid.
Had a quiet good time. Thank you for the wonderful gift. I know many contributed who weren’t able to be there. I’m so happy to have it. It’s going to have a place of honor in ultimate arranging. And thank you all, those who could attend and those who couldn’t make it. We’ll do this again sometime, if interest is there.
And Seishi is feeling better. Still not asking him to eat regular food, but he’s certainly not seeming out of sorts.