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Ow, Damnit
Jun. 4th, 2009 10:12 pmI think I sprained my big toe during sparring tonight.
...I am so awesome.
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...I am so awesome.
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I'm trying, as ever, to unpack things and get the house in order, and to tidy up and clean the things that are already unpacked.
Yesterday, I electrocuted myself (mildly!) while plugging in a cellphone charger. Awesome.
Today, I stubbed my toe on a stack of books and slammed my knee into the side of the fridge (what the books were doing piled next to the fridge is sort've a long story). I think I'm getting two bruises out of that one.
I can't find my little toolbox with all the picture hanging bits in it, but it's probably just as well. I don't want to break any of the bones in my hand with my hammer or anything.
Yesterday, I electrocuted myself (mildly!) while plugging in a cellphone charger. Awesome.
Today, I stubbed my toe on a stack of books and slammed my knee into the side of the fridge (what the books were doing piled next to the fridge is sort've a long story). I think I'm getting two bruises out of that one.
I can't find my little toolbox with all the picture hanging bits in it, but it's probably just as well. I don't want to break any of the bones in my hand with my hammer or anything.
And the Renovations Continue
Jul. 30th, 2008 11:04 pmMom's big accomplishments today included stepping in paint less often and painting most of the new bedroom by herself, including the bits that are out of reach for both of us, since she isn't as scared to get up on ladders as I am (yeah, yeah. I know my phobias are silly).
Jameson's big accomplishment was installing a super-rad ceiling fan (this one, which did not come cheap but was totally worth it for the glee that it inspires in Jimmy) in place of the hideous white monstrosity that was in the living room before.
My big accomplishment was sitting down hard right on top of part of the old ceiling fan! You guys, I have one helluva bruise, let me tell you.
So if you see me sometime soon and I'm leaning conspicuously to the left whilst sitting, that's why.
Jameson's big accomplishment was installing a super-rad ceiling fan (this one, which did not come cheap but was totally worth it for the glee that it inspires in Jimmy) in place of the hideous white monstrosity that was in the living room before.
My big accomplishment was sitting down hard right on top of part of the old ceiling fan! You guys, I have one helluva bruise, let me tell you.
So if you see me sometime soon and I'm leaning conspicuously to the left whilst sitting, that's why.
The ragged notch in the side of my toenail that's been growing out since I had that surgery last year got caught on my slipper as I slid my foot into it this evening, and I accidentally tore away the corner of the nail.
...Anyone have a good technique for getting bloodstains out of bedroom slippers?
I'm going to be extra-careful with the notch in the other big toenail, that's for sure. Those stupid things had almost grown all the way out, too! Argh.
...Anyone have a good technique for getting bloodstains out of bedroom slippers?
I'm going to be extra-careful with the notch in the other big toenail, that's for sure. Those stupid things had almost grown all the way out, too! Argh.
Deja Vu All Over Again. Also, Yuck.
Jan. 3rd, 2007 10:30 pmMan, I still haven't really recovered from the last time I was sick, and all of a sudden tonight I can't stop sneezing and my throat is all hurty again and waaaaahhh.
One of my students at ChaYon Ryu was giving me a hard time about being ill, two weeks ago (I was out of breath and coughing after about fifteen minutes of hard exercise, and said that I needed to take it easy because I was still recovering from my latest cold). He observed that I am quite often sick, in that doubting "I think it is actually that you are a wuss" tone of voice (trust me on this one... This dude and I have something of a history), and I said that it's because I work with children so much. They are disease factories, I swear it. Anyway, he then went on to tell me that that's totally nonsensical, because the illnesses children get are the same illnesses we all had as children and developed immunity to, and can only get once, and that logically I can only really be sick two or maybe three times a year, as new strains of influenza develop.
*cough cough sneeze*
Bullshit, says I.
I mean, come on! I am demonstrably ill with some sort of low-level cold thingy for a day or two out of every month-to-two-months. Usually about three days to a week after being sneezed on by some filthy child (usually Esme. I love Esme, but she does have hygeine issues. It cannot be denied. She'll grow out of it! I hope!). Therefore, I get sick several times per year, probably as the direct result of my constant contact with small children.
I mean, is there another explanation? Allergies (to what)? Hypochondria (hah)? I had bloodwork done not long ago, and I'm not anemic or hypothyroid...ic or anything.
I just get colds a lot.
Damnit.
One of my students at ChaYon Ryu was giving me a hard time about being ill, two weeks ago (I was out of breath and coughing after about fifteen minutes of hard exercise, and said that I needed to take it easy because I was still recovering from my latest cold). He observed that I am quite often sick, in that doubting "I think it is actually that you are a wuss" tone of voice (trust me on this one... This dude and I have something of a history), and I said that it's because I work with children so much. They are disease factories, I swear it. Anyway, he then went on to tell me that that's totally nonsensical, because the illnesses children get are the same illnesses we all had as children and developed immunity to, and can only get once, and that logically I can only really be sick two or maybe three times a year, as new strains of influenza develop.
*cough cough sneeze*
Bullshit, says I.
I mean, come on! I am demonstrably ill with some sort of low-level cold thingy for a day or two out of every month-to-two-months. Usually about three days to a week after being sneezed on by some filthy child (usually Esme. I love Esme, but she does have hygeine issues. It cannot be denied. She'll grow out of it! I hope!). Therefore, I get sick several times per year, probably as the direct result of my constant contact with small children.
I mean, is there another explanation? Allergies (to what)? Hypochondria (hah)? I had bloodwork done not long ago, and I'm not anemic or hypothyroid...ic or anything.
I just get colds a lot.
Damnit.
So, to recap - when I was fifteen, I got hit in the face with a piece of a board that I was holding for Master Martin (who wasn't a Master then) to break. The board broke into three parts, two of which stayed in my hands. The third struck just above my right eye, splitting the skin to the skull. I bled a lot, and had a little bit of plastic surgery, and everything's good now, but I think it goes down in history as one of the most freakish, stupid martial arts-related accidents evar.
I had a far more common, but still quite stupid, accident about a year ago, when I sprained my toes during a sparring round with Sam. I kicked, he blocked, and my toes bent all the way back with a loud tearing sound. We were sparring in the middle of a circle of onlookers, most of whom gasped in horror. I, idiot that I am, wiggled my toes, announced that I was fine, and went back to the match. I didn't even ice it. It took a couple of weeks before I could walk comfortably again.
I may have outdone myself in the realm of stupid, silly accidents again, today. I took a kicking pad in the throat. One of those great big ones, that are about a foot across the top, maybe three feet long, and six inches deep, with straps on. I was holding it for Jaron, he kicked, and it went straight up and thumped me in the throat.
I can feel that it's swelling a little. Guess I'll drink lots of cold fluids tonight, and make sure I'm never alone until I'm quite confident that it's not going to impair breathing.
But really! A pad in the neck? I swear, there's some sort of mischief-causing gremlin out there who has made it his life's purpose to find new and stupider ways to give me injuries...
I had a far more common, but still quite stupid, accident about a year ago, when I sprained my toes during a sparring round with Sam. I kicked, he blocked, and my toes bent all the way back with a loud tearing sound. We were sparring in the middle of a circle of onlookers, most of whom gasped in horror. I, idiot that I am, wiggled my toes, announced that I was fine, and went back to the match. I didn't even ice it. It took a couple of weeks before I could walk comfortably again.
I may have outdone myself in the realm of stupid, silly accidents again, today. I took a kicking pad in the throat. One of those great big ones, that are about a foot across the top, maybe three feet long, and six inches deep, with straps on. I was holding it for Jaron, he kicked, and it went straight up and thumped me in the throat.
I can feel that it's swelling a little. Guess I'll drink lots of cold fluids tonight, and make sure I'm never alone until I'm quite confident that it's not going to impair breathing.
But really! A pad in the neck? I swear, there's some sort of mischief-causing gremlin out there who has made it his life's purpose to find new and stupider ways to give me injuries...
Fun with GERD
Sep. 16th, 2006 04:08 pmI have Gastroesophogeal Reflux Disease. What that means, most of the time, is that there are some foods I can't eat very much of, and that I have to be careful about what I do right after a meal, and I have to sleep on an incline (I use a big wedge-shaped pillow. It looks weird, but it's actually quite comfy), or I get bad, chronic heartburn. It's not really a big deal, on the whole - I don't even like raw tomatoes, or most of the other foods that trigger my reflux, so abstaining from them isn't a hardship.
GERD also means, though, that if I start coughing because of an ordinary dry mouth or throat tickle or something, there's a reasonably high chance I'll end up vomiting by the end of it.
Guess what happened this morning, right after I woke up?
Man, it was a really crazy coughing fit, too. I could hardly breathe for about twenty minutes, which I got to spend standing half-crouched over a toilet, waiting for the inevitable. And to cap it all off, I lost my voice.
Teaching my martial arts class was kind've a challenge. Thank goodness all of my assistants are so competent, and that they all showed up for the early class today!
GERD also means, though, that if I start coughing because of an ordinary dry mouth or throat tickle or something, there's a reasonably high chance I'll end up vomiting by the end of it.
Guess what happened this morning, right after I woke up?
Man, it was a really crazy coughing fit, too. I could hardly breathe for about twenty minutes, which I got to spend standing half-crouched over a toilet, waiting for the inevitable. And to cap it all off, I lost my voice.
Teaching my martial arts class was kind've a challenge. Thank goodness all of my assistants are so competent, and that they all showed up for the early class today!
I just got back from the podiatrist.
OMFG that hurt. I'm talking about the injection of local anesthetic, of course, which I'm sure hurt waaaay less than having the surgery without anesthesia at all would've.
But still, guys, it hurt a lot.
And now both of my feet are covered with that horrible pins-and-needles sensation you get after your legs fall asleep. Erg.
But, on the bright side, in about two weeks I'll be walking around completely free of toenail-related pain!
SO GLAD IT'S OVER.
OMFG that hurt. I'm talking about the injection of local anesthetic, of course, which I'm sure hurt waaaay less than having the surgery without anesthesia at all would've.
But still, guys, it hurt a lot.
And now both of my feet are covered with that horrible pins-and-needles sensation you get after your legs fall asleep. Erg.
But, on the bright side, in about two weeks I'll be walking around completely free of toenail-related pain!
SO GLAD IT'S OVER.
Had some blood drawn this morning so that it can be tested to see if there's something actually wrong with me (leading theories - anemia, or maybe a thyroid issue. Let's keep our fingers crossed for anemia!), or if I'm just stressed out. Everyone at the clinic was really nice, and they did a good job - it hardly hurt, and took very little time.
But my arm hurts, now, and I've got a headache, and... Ugh. I just want to go home and go back to bed.
But my arm hurts, now, and I've got a headache, and... Ugh. I just want to go home and go back to bed.
I think I sprained my toes tonight. The middle three on my left foot. By kicking Sam.
It was one of those things, you know... We were sparring pretty damn hard, and I lobbed a kick at him, and he blocked, and the angles were all just... Not good. Kinda like the time I got hit in the head with a board, really. I guess I have bad luck when it comes to freakish coincidences of trajectory.
Anyway, I feel a few things right now:
1. Rather foolish. Though, honestly, it wasn't anyone's fault. There's only so much you can do to protect yourself against freak accidents, and all.
2. Considerable pain. I'd think they were broken, except that I can still move them all (mostly. The swelling is hindering that a bit), and the bones feel pretty solid when I prod 'em.
3. A little bit hardcore.
We were sparring in the circle, because I was the only black belt in class tonight and I didn't want to take time to spar a challenging round for myself while others were sparring, because then I wouldn't be able to pay attention to them (and... Prevent injuries? Obviously I'm quite good at that). So I had everyone in a circle, and we were doing small groups and all that, and then I let myself have one round with Sam. There was lots of ooing and ahing (especially when my toes went "crunch," really), and Jimmy said afterwards that we looked like either one of us could take on the whole rest of the room.
So, hey, I may have sprained my toes... But at least I'm scary enough to have sprained my toes by kicking someone else, right?
It was one of those things, you know... We were sparring pretty damn hard, and I lobbed a kick at him, and he blocked, and the angles were all just... Not good. Kinda like the time I got hit in the head with a board, really. I guess I have bad luck when it comes to freakish coincidences of trajectory.
Anyway, I feel a few things right now:
1. Rather foolish. Though, honestly, it wasn't anyone's fault. There's only so much you can do to protect yourself against freak accidents, and all.
2. Considerable pain. I'd think they were broken, except that I can still move them all (mostly. The swelling is hindering that a bit), and the bones feel pretty solid when I prod 'em.
3. A little bit hardcore.
We were sparring in the circle, because I was the only black belt in class tonight and I didn't want to take time to spar a challenging round for myself while others were sparring, because then I wouldn't be able to pay attention to them (and... Prevent injuries? Obviously I'm quite good at that). So I had everyone in a circle, and we were doing small groups and all that, and then I let myself have one round with Sam. There was lots of ooing and ahing (especially when my toes went "crunch," really), and Jimmy said afterwards that we looked like either one of us could take on the whole rest of the room.
So, hey, I may have sprained my toes... But at least I'm scary enough to have sprained my toes by kicking someone else, right?
Things That Are Less-Than-Good
Aug. 23rd, 2005 11:16 amIck, I hope the day improves. I'll be leaving for my first class not too long from now, and so far today has been pretty crummy.
1. Throat = still sore. Worse, in fact. :-(
2. I had this incredibly vivid dream last night wherein one of my student/assistants declared his undying love for me. It was just as awkward as such a thing could be in real life, and I dreamed every embarassing detail. Including my father finding it hilarious and being a real jerk about it. If I'm gonna have really life-like dreams, why can't they be about something nice?
3. It's been raining since around five this morning. Ordinarily, I would be very excited about this. There are few things that I enjoy more than a steadily rainy day. But I have to walk to campus today, and the UofA has the worst drainage evar. I'm gonna get totally soaked, and then spend hours in an over-air-conditioned building. I can't imagine that this will help the throat situation.
Guess I'll have to be sure and pack some cozy dry socks in my bag.
1. Throat = still sore. Worse, in fact. :-(
2. I had this incredibly vivid dream last night wherein one of my student/assistants declared his undying love for me. It was just as awkward as such a thing could be in real life, and I dreamed every embarassing detail. Including my father finding it hilarious and being a real jerk about it. If I'm gonna have really life-like dreams, why can't they be about something nice?
3. It's been raining since around five this morning. Ordinarily, I would be very excited about this. There are few things that I enjoy more than a steadily rainy day. But I have to walk to campus today, and the UofA has the worst drainage evar. I'm gonna get totally soaked, and then spend hours in an over-air-conditioned building. I can't imagine that this will help the throat situation.
Guess I'll have to be sure and pack some cozy dry socks in my bag.
Yes, This is What Happened to Me Today
Jul. 10th, 2005 06:51 pmSteps to a truly bizarre afternoon:
1. Get a full nine hours of sleep, yet feel tired anyway.
2. Hang out casually with friends until around noon, doing nothing that is either stressful or could in any way be considered exertion or exercise.
3. Be exhausted anyway, and take a nap on your couch.
4. Wake up from the couch nap after an hour, and move the napping to the bed.
3. Dream about Jubilee/Wolverine for no apparent reason.
4. Have dream interrupted just as it was getting good by a phone call from your father, offering you a new computer monitor.
5. Realize that it’s quite late, and you’ve been sleeping all day. Go back to sleep anyway. Dream about living in the Sims 2 game, this time, and being able to move furniture about by simply touching it.
6. Ignore subsequent phone calls in favor of sleeping.
7. Wake up at five p.m. and decide that you really do need to get up, as it’s very late. Get out of bed, pick up telephone, and check phone messages.
8. While listening to message from your brother, pass out.
9. Hit mirror with head. Cut hand on shattered glass.
10. Get up once consciousness is regained, and go to bathroom to clean blood from hand.
11. Feel dizzy and nauseated while standing at sink, before bandage can be applied. Sit down on toilet.
12. Realize that you are still holding the phone. Call mother.
13. Wait for heroic mother to arrive and give you water, bandage your hand, and clean up the mirror.
14. Go to your mother’s house and do as little standing as possible.
15. Wonder what on earth could have caused all of this intense drowsiness and faintness. Consider iron intake. Make vague plans to see a doctor.
16. Feel badly about the mirror.
Congratulations! You have now had a truly bizarre afternoon!
1. Get a full nine hours of sleep, yet feel tired anyway.
2. Hang out casually with friends until around noon, doing nothing that is either stressful or could in any way be considered exertion or exercise.
3. Be exhausted anyway, and take a nap on your couch.
4. Wake up from the couch nap after an hour, and move the napping to the bed.
3. Dream about Jubilee/Wolverine for no apparent reason.
4. Have dream interrupted just as it was getting good by a phone call from your father, offering you a new computer monitor.
5. Realize that it’s quite late, and you’ve been sleeping all day. Go back to sleep anyway. Dream about living in the Sims 2 game, this time, and being able to move furniture about by simply touching it.
6. Ignore subsequent phone calls in favor of sleeping.
7. Wake up at five p.m. and decide that you really do need to get up, as it’s very late. Get out of bed, pick up telephone, and check phone messages.
8. While listening to message from your brother, pass out.
9. Hit mirror with head. Cut hand on shattered glass.
10. Get up once consciousness is regained, and go to bathroom to clean blood from hand.
11. Feel dizzy and nauseated while standing at sink, before bandage can be applied. Sit down on toilet.
12. Realize that you are still holding the phone. Call mother.
13. Wait for heroic mother to arrive and give you water, bandage your hand, and clean up the mirror.
14. Go to your mother’s house and do as little standing as possible.
15. Wonder what on earth could have caused all of this intense drowsiness and faintness. Consider iron intake. Make vague plans to see a doctor.
16. Feel badly about the mirror.
Congratulations! You have now had a truly bizarre afternoon!
Just Call Me Patroclus
May. 20th, 2005 06:53 pmI woke up early this morning to finish up my reading for my Women in Antiquity course, which happened to be a section on life for women in ancient Greece (specifically contrasting life in Sparta and Athens). I was getting close to done, and was starting to think about what I wanted for lunch. I figured I'd give Jameson a call, and see if he wanted to drive over, since he had my car from the night before, and pick something up on the way. Just as I was about to do so, I heard my car pull up into the drive. I went out to meet Jameson, and see if I could convince him that getting me a sandwich was a Very Good Idea.
( I couldn't help but notice as I stood on the porch, watching him get out of the car, that he was only wearing one shoe, and had what looked like a cut-up sock wrapped around his bare foot. )
( I couldn't help but notice as I stood on the porch, watching him get out of the car, that he was only wearing one shoe, and had what looked like a cut-up sock wrapped around his bare foot. )
Long-time readers (and those of you who know me in real life) may know that earlier this year, I started getting rashes on my lips. They're itchy and painful in a rather intense way, and make it difficult to smile or talk normally or eat or any number of other activities. They usually last about three days, and so each time I would get the rash, I'd consider seeing a doctor and then it would go away before I got around to it.
I finally did consult a doctor about it, and she was able to tell me... nothing. Well, that's not true. She did say "it's definitely not herpes," which was certainly reassuring. The best she could offer for a possible cause was a choice between a topical allergy and... stress.
I stopped using flavored and scented chapsticks entirely, and I still got the rashes. Every time I did, I had a huge paper due, or had been having a bout of insomnia, etc. Stress was the obvious culprit.
So I was kind of thrilled not to have anything more than a brief one-day tingling in my lips throughout the first two drafts of the thesis. I had expected to have near-constant painful flare-ups, I guess, but it just never happened. I kind of thought that maybe I was cured.
Late last night, my lips began to itch. This morning, they were swollen and rough, pebbled with the rash.
I climbed into Jameson's lap, just now, for a little cuddle. I was feeling stressed out, I told him. When he asked why, I said I wasn't sure. I'm not supposed to do anything with the thesis right now. I don't have any more tests this week. I haven't got any term papers due until the 18th. There is -nothing- I'm supposed to be doing tonight. If I want to stay up kinda late and work on the next Valmai Hammerhand story, I can.
"So," he said, after a moment, "you're stressed that you might have fun?"
Damn. I've gotten so used to feeling like I'm not working as hard as I should be... I think I am, a little bit.
I finally did consult a doctor about it, and she was able to tell me... nothing. Well, that's not true. She did say "it's definitely not herpes," which was certainly reassuring. The best she could offer for a possible cause was a choice between a topical allergy and... stress.
I stopped using flavored and scented chapsticks entirely, and I still got the rashes. Every time I did, I had a huge paper due, or had been having a bout of insomnia, etc. Stress was the obvious culprit.
So I was kind of thrilled not to have anything more than a brief one-day tingling in my lips throughout the first two drafts of the thesis. I had expected to have near-constant painful flare-ups, I guess, but it just never happened. I kind of thought that maybe I was cured.
Late last night, my lips began to itch. This morning, they were swollen and rough, pebbled with the rash.
I climbed into Jameson's lap, just now, for a little cuddle. I was feeling stressed out, I told him. When he asked why, I said I wasn't sure. I'm not supposed to do anything with the thesis right now. I don't have any more tests this week. I haven't got any term papers due until the 18th. There is -nothing- I'm supposed to be doing tonight. If I want to stay up kinda late and work on the next Valmai Hammerhand story, I can.
"So," he said, after a moment, "you're stressed that you might have fun?"
Damn. I've gotten so used to feeling like I'm not working as hard as I should be... I think I am, a little bit.
