Ow. Also? Ow.

[rolanni]

Woke up this morning with a pain in my left arm and wrist. Not particularly unusual. Ignored it and went about the morning routine, babying the wrist to the extent of not picking up heavy things like pottery bowls full of rice in my left hand. Self-serving, really: I hate having to clean rice and pottery bits off the kitchen floor.

As Steve and I were eating breakfast, though, I noticed that my wrist really hurt. Still I figured it would work out, and there was that 30 pounds of Freshly! Printed! Catalogs to pick up from the registrar's office this morning. I'd already stretched cordiality by not going down to fetch them yesterday afternoon when the call came in.

Arrived at the day-job -- the wrist was worse, not better, which was not According to Plan. I should have turned around and gone right back home at that point. Still, there were the catalogs, and a couple things in email, and surely it would work out.

By the time my colleague in English and I rolled our granny-carts out into the stacks so we could ride the elevator down to the ground floor and start our journey to the registrar, my wrist hurt so bad that twisting a doorknob made me want to scream. Thus it was fortunate that I had a traveling companion who was willing to do the hard work. We ambled out into the heat of the morning, found the registrar, on-loaded catalogs and ambled back up the hill.

Distributed the catalogs, dealt with the pressing emails, decided that what I needed Most of All in my life was ice and a wrist brace, both of which could be found at home, and decamped. Probably a good thing on several fronts, by the time I left -- at 10:30 -- it was already 84F/29C in my office, and only lookin' to get hotter.

At home, there was ice, and the comfy chair, and a chance at last to do a beta-read for a friend. After lunch, wrist braced, I joined the coon cats on the sofa and slept for hours. Woke up with Hexapuma tucked into the curl of my stomach and Mozart on the cushion over me, his paw firmly pressing my head against the pillow.

Having now updated everyone on this fascinating and fulfilling day, it's back to the comfy chair for me, with ice on the wrist. Maybe I can finish reading the New Yorker article about Agatha Christie.

And how was your Tuesday?

Comments

Tuesday

[(Anonymous)]

Good day but... the cottonwoods are starting to turn their fall yellow. At least two weeks ahead of schedule and the aspen trees are not far behind. My geraniums on the back deck have been frosted a little too. What gives? it is the 31st of August for crying out loud! Early and hard winter, I fear. Jenny from CO

[mardott.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. Exactly how many thousands of words did you write over the last few weeks?

I hope the rest does you good, and the wrist goes back to normal.

My Tuesday? Meh. I'm that age, and hormones are triggering depression. Probably not a good time to send out queries, but I did it anyway.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

My Tuesday was spent in airports and crammed into metal tubes. I don't claim that I beat you, but it's at least a horse race . . .

[(Anonymous)]

I hope the ice & brace combination work for you. I wouldn't want you to far too much further behind with Ghost Ship! (So sue me - I really want to read that book!!)

My Tuesday was pretty good. I actually managed to get myself to the gym for a work out this morning, and a chair that I ordered a couple of months ago came this afternoon. It's a reading chair - big and comfortable - and I'm looking forward to using it a lot!

Mary

[(Anonymous)]

Wow, that wrist sounds uncomfortable. Is good Hex and Mozart are taking care of you.

My Tuesday was pretty mundane; errands to PO, drug store, cookie run, etc. I do note that since retirement it seems to take till about 3 pm before I can get it together well enough to leave the house. Gratefully, this is a cause for amusement rather than alarm.

Quietly waiting for wrist news. No alarm yet but ready to spring.

Barb in Bandon

[drammar.livejournal.com]

Hoping the ice does its magic and that tomorrow is a pain-free day.

[hapaxnym.livejournal.com]

Nothing to offer on wrists or Tuesdays but sympathy and a decided lack of Belgium...

but I forgot to mention in the midst of SALTATION discussions that having read your Real Life Woes of toting paperwork up and down and all around the campus gave an extra level of humor to that bit where Theo and her roommate are schlepping the cartloads of luggage and mail about.

the DAy

[(Anonymous)]

Well to add joy to the general tenor. A bee/wasp (the kind that look like a bee but aren't), crawled up my pants leg in the green house and stung me multiple times... in the rear. Uhuh. In the morning, to set the tone. snort.

I do hope your wrist is better soon, and that you cease to ignore such twinges??? eh? that's right, we old folk has to take care of ourselves. :)
Nanette

Ow. Also? Ow.

[cailleuch.livejournal.com]

Second day for some of my classes. Students still being a bit crazy. Already not terribly original excuses - "I didn't know classes started last week". My wheelchair is being funky and I'll need to take it in for a check up. At least it is not a body part.

Nosy Neighbor

[claire774.livejournal.com]

In my capacity as a nosey neighbor I would suggest you have that wrist checked out by a health professional you trust. Seems like you have tennis elbow of the wrist. Stretched tendons or some such. Carpel tunnel. One of those things. Hope it goes away soon.

Gus hopes so too.
C.

[kk1raven.livejournal.com]

I hope your wrist is feeling better today.

Most of my Tuesday was dull and overly hot then I spent a couple of hours at the end of the day on the phone with my sister trying to plan our upcoming vacation. Planning by phone is annoying, but it is better than not planning at all.