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Dec. 4th, 2010 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tj_roweWah, LJ has stopped sending me comment notifications. Emails going 'someone replied to that thinky post in that community and said this!' are a) usually entertaining, and b) mean that I drop out of the circular anxiety build-up for a while - because I've checked my emails and there was something new, so I don't need to check again for a bit. I'm generally subscribed to two or three active comment threads/posts over FWD, my f-list and ontd_feminism at any one time.
I was almost productive today! My arm hasn't been hurting, so I did my washing up, finally, and then ordered takeaway (The Garden of India are still delivering in the snow, yay!). I didn't want to cook in my nice clean pans so soon - especially given that one of them has been sat on the stove glaring at me for nearly a week now. Also I washed my bedsheet just in time to find that the pilot on the gas fire seems to have gone, so I can't use that to make it dry faster. Wah, the sheet I just washed is so much softer than the one now on my bed - the extra four months of sun-drying and tumbling will have something to do with that, I reckon. I guess this does mean that staying in bed won't be as tempting as it has been recently...
With the arm thing, the doctor reckons that it's an over-use thing, so I'm forbidden from using the walking stick (I wouldn't in the snow, anyway - it's useful for making me spend less effort working out where all of my limbs are in relation to each other, but I'm having to spend that anyway in these conditions, so there's no benefit) and am told to give it bigger doses of anti-inflammatory (as in, ignore those silly limits on the packaging of your OTC version and have prescription-strength!), rest it, and keep it warm. It's a lot better than it was, but I'll still continue to pretend lefty-ness for a few days.
ETA: I'm having a surprising amount of trouble thinking of today as being Saturday. Maybe because takeaway usually happens on Tuesday (Or did in my last house...)
I was almost productive today! My arm hasn't been hurting, so I did my washing up, finally, and then ordered takeaway (The Garden of India are still delivering in the snow, yay!). I didn't want to cook in my nice clean pans so soon - especially given that one of them has been sat on the stove glaring at me for nearly a week now. Also I washed my bedsheet just in time to find that the pilot on the gas fire seems to have gone, so I can't use that to make it dry faster. Wah, the sheet I just washed is so much softer than the one now on my bed - the extra four months of sun-drying and tumbling will have something to do with that, I reckon. I guess this does mean that staying in bed won't be as tempting as it has been recently...
With the arm thing, the doctor reckons that it's an over-use thing, so I'm forbidden from using the walking stick (I wouldn't in the snow, anyway - it's useful for making me spend less effort working out where all of my limbs are in relation to each other, but I'm having to spend that anyway in these conditions, so there's no benefit) and am told to give it bigger doses of anti-inflammatory (as in, ignore those silly limits on the packaging of your OTC version and have prescription-strength!), rest it, and keep it warm. It's a lot better than it was, but I'll still continue to pretend lefty-ness for a few days.
ETA: I'm having a surprising amount of trouble thinking of today as being Saturday. Maybe because takeaway usually happens on Tuesday (Or did in my last house...)
