Ow. Also? Ow.
Tuesday, August 31st, 2010 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniWoke 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?
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?
the DAy
Date: 2010-09-01 12:52 am (UTC)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