OT Well that was dumb


OK, you know how I have a really really hard time sitting still quietly?
Yeah, I pushed too much when I had that minor annoying inflammation in my
paws. It was the edging on that afghan. It kept looking at me and
saying "you are almost done with this you know." That and a bazillion
hand done pintucks on a christening gown. There was this box of sewing I
remembered that I had either already started or had ready to start sewing
you see...

Anyway, I gave myself a roaring case of tendinitis in my hands.
Saw the GP today and she was generally pleased. Admonished me to drink
lots and lots of water because my normally too low sodium levels
skyrocketed. I've been sweating quarts during the hot flashes.
Then she wrote a prescription for ibuprofen because it works better on
inflammation than aspirin, wrote me a 'script for aspirin because she
didn't like that I had been quartering regular ones instead of buying the
weeny ones. Hey, the weeny ones cost three times as much for less than a
fifth the tablets that are almost 4/5s smaller. My pennsylvania-dutch
ancestors would have risen from their graves en masse to come to my door
and lecture me had I been buying those out of pocket. She threw in a
'script for iron because she likes that I have my own blood now and wants
to keep that up.

So far as the tendinitis she looked fiercely at me and told me I am to
rest the paws. How I am going to survive resting the paws I'm not sure.
I am unmedicated and bi-polar 2. Doing is my coping mechanism. I cannot
think of a single darned thing I do that does not use my hands. I expect
I can work on the dance video I got. I've been doing it fairly steadily,
so as long as I don't go bonkers and give myself tendinitis in my feet I
should be OK. Maybe I can get DD2 to come up and teach me belly
dancing. Though I have to go at dance slow and easy because of the
adhesions (inside bits getting stuck together with scar tissue, pretty
much inevitable after major surgery). owy.
Maybe I can have another go at reading Paradise Lost, that and anything
by Proust puts me to sleep rather quickly. I don't know why Paradise
Lost does that, there really isn't any reason for it. I really want to
read the whole thing though, so perhaps with lots of coffee and some
chocolate penguins... As for Proust, well when an author spends 15 pages
uneventfully getting out of bed the reader does tend to nod off. I've
never managed to finish getting out of bed with him. So the omnibus just
sits on the shelf looking like a weighty tome.

NightMist


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