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magidi stayed home from work today, having a dr appt smack in the middle of the morning.
on the positive side:
i pretty much got the work i'd brought home to do done.
and i no longer have the cast that makes my hand into its own postal code.
i made 2 batches of pizza (6 total) that turned out to pretty darn good. one batch of dough had garlic powder in it, for extra zing. i used a variety of cheeses (ie, what did i have left?), including mozzarella, cheddar, parmesan in the powdered form, and feta. basic crushed tomatoes enhanced with minced garlic (dried, from a container; still no veggie prep for me...), basil, and oregano. also capers, and back olives, and on one pizza, the last of the grape tomatoes and marinated artichoke hearts. definite feeling of accomplishment, esp since i managed to have dinner ready (table set & everything) when cthulhia, hrafn, and queue arrived. and it was lovely company for dinner, too.
went to cthulhia's monthly looney game night (got to ride in the snazzy new car, too), and learned a new (to me) game, rambots. i don't think i have a really good idea of the strategy yet, but it waas fun. i also got some more icehouse pieces, which means i can now play volcano at home :-).
but on the down side:
at the dr appt when he took off the cast, i saw the back of my hand w/ the pins sticking out. i surprised myself by feeling rather faint, having to lie down. i don't think that's happened before. (did realize that deep belly breathing would be likely to help a lot, and it did.)
then to get the newest splint (this would be splint/cast#4 now, less than 2 weeks from the original fall). and the woman who did it just didn't seem to have a clue. she was pleasant enough, but the way she put this splint on my hand HURT. more than the original injury. more than surgery. i lay there, biting my lip, stomach heaving from unvoiced yells, fist clenched, tears streaming down into my ears. but i didn't move my arm. and yes, i had told her it hurt. didn't seem to help. when the dr came in, he managed to find ways of touching the same ares gently. mild pain, but expected levels, well w/in bounds. he's seen me through the whole thing, knows i tend to be stoic about stuff like this. i found my self hoping he'd bawl her out after i left... not a good frame of mind for me....
and tonight it hurts more, in general. i took painkillers, but they didn't seem to be doing much. i suppose tomorrow i get the percoset prescription filled, & hope it works better.
[now i've got the whines out of my system]
so if i can focus outside the locus (no, no flagons with dragons here... :-) of my hand, it was a pretty good day, despite the variable weather.
on the positive side:
i pretty much got the work i'd brought home to do done.
and i no longer have the cast that makes my hand into its own postal code.
i made 2 batches of pizza (6 total) that turned out to pretty darn good. one batch of dough had garlic powder in it, for extra zing. i used a variety of cheeses (ie, what did i have left?), including mozzarella, cheddar, parmesan in the powdered form, and feta. basic crushed tomatoes enhanced with minced garlic (dried, from a container; still no veggie prep for me...), basil, and oregano. also capers, and back olives, and on one pizza, the last of the grape tomatoes and marinated artichoke hearts. definite feeling of accomplishment, esp since i managed to have dinner ready (table set & everything) when cthulhia, hrafn, and queue arrived. and it was lovely company for dinner, too.
went to cthulhia's monthly looney game night (got to ride in the snazzy new car, too), and learned a new (to me) game, rambots. i don't think i have a really good idea of the strategy yet, but it waas fun. i also got some more icehouse pieces, which means i can now play volcano at home :-).
but on the down side:
at the dr appt when he took off the cast, i saw the back of my hand w/ the pins sticking out. i surprised myself by feeling rather faint, having to lie down. i don't think that's happened before. (did realize that deep belly breathing would be likely to help a lot, and it did.)
then to get the newest splint (this would be splint/cast#4 now, less than 2 weeks from the original fall). and the woman who did it just didn't seem to have a clue. she was pleasant enough, but the way she put this splint on my hand HURT. more than the original injury. more than surgery. i lay there, biting my lip, stomach heaving from unvoiced yells, fist clenched, tears streaming down into my ears. but i didn't move my arm. and yes, i had told her it hurt. didn't seem to help. when the dr came in, he managed to find ways of touching the same ares gently. mild pain, but expected levels, well w/in bounds. he's seen me through the whole thing, knows i tend to be stoic about stuff like this. i found my self hoping he'd bawl her out after i left... not a good frame of mind for me....
and tonight it hurts more, in general. i took painkillers, but they didn't seem to be doing much. i suppose tomorrow i get the percoset prescription filled, & hope it works better.
[now i've got the whines out of my system]
so if i can focus outside the locus (no, no flagons with dragons here... :-) of my hand, it was a pretty good day, despite the variable weather.