The Ides of Rest

Aside from general house organizing (finances, washing up, etc.) it was a deliberate do-nothing day to allow my body to heal more through rest and sleep. I do miss activity but I don't think it's the best thing for me at the moment. I probably should have done more reading, but I tend to read comics in bed in positions that wouldn't be the best for my right arm area...

You Just Keep Me Hanging On

This was probably my best Valentine's Day ever. Robin and I unboxed our sugar-free chocolate hearts, took some silly photos, then went out shopping (the driveway is almost clear of ice, although I did a slip-and-slide over some of it when exiting the car of my coworker who drove me home Thursday evening)  at the strip mall in Scarsdale that also contains the bank where I want to deposit checks from my mom's estate, as well as our favorite sushi place. Alas, the bank was closed but the sushi was terrific, as always. We got in some Olympics-watching and a bit of a kip before venturing out again locally for a fancy-schmancy dinner. Not sure when I'll be back to the fancy place, the ribeye I ordered was fattier than me, but we had a lovely romantic time nonetheless. So wonderful to be able to spend an entire day with my valentine. I can see doing this, oh, for the rest of my life.

Done Fall on a Friday

No no, not me. I actually slept through the night and didn't even need the neck pillow to prevent that rhomboid muscle (I assume) from flaring up and causing my right arm to tingle or throb in pain. That seems to be taking the longest to heal, and its pain has shifted from nighttime to daytime, which is actually a good thing as sleep is probably the best healer. Taking things easy over the weekend, more or less, and watching Olympics certainly helps, although I fear Friday the 13th got to the male skaters today...

Re, Re, Reinjured

It was a good thing a fellow exec assistant gave me a ride home today, as I arrived home about a half hour earlier than usual and was able to relax and eat dinner before tripping on the entranceway between the kitchen and hallway, and grabbing a wall to steady myself which of course was the exact wrong thing to do. I mean, I didn't fall again, but now the right hand is hurting all the way up to the arm and the part of my back behind my shoulder blade that has been giving me trouble in the night (and is the reason I'm so exhausted during the day, as I have to get up and take pills at 3 AM and who's going to go back to bed at that point with a 5:15 AM alarm?). So yay, more pills and my recovery time has been lengthened. Thank goodness I'm working from home tomorrow and Monday. Right now I'm wearing one of those airline neck pillows, that seems to help a bit, might try to sleep with it. In the meantime, Olympics reruns await!

Silly Site o' the Day

Back at the office today, pretty good all in all even though the morning commute was rough. I have to learn not to sit at the window seat while I still have this arm pain. But enough about me, here's the latest valentine from Randy Rainbow:

 

Silly Site o' the Day

The pain has started localizing so it's easier to pinpoint where to put the Voltaren and how not to move my right arm (mostly upward). Goodness only knows how going into Manhattan with my backpack will leave it tomorrow. But it's going to be good practice in looking downward when I cross streets. Are NYC bodega cats legal yet (via Laughing Squid)?

Silly Site o' the Day

My right side continues to recover, slowly. I'm losing sleep because something in either my upper arm or neck keeps flinching in pain and waking me up in the wee smalls. But this too shall pass. In the meantime, I'm working from home today and tomorrow, trusting that I'll be well enough to go into Manhattan just as things start to thaw a bit on Wednesday. And, after all, I can watch the Olympics in real time today and tomorrow in the meantime. I mean, it's no World Championships of Shoe Shining (via Laughing Squid), but it's something at least.

Stuperbowels

Still recovering from Thursday's fall, but it was a bit easier since we didn't go out anywhere and I did get to nap a bit prior to the Superb Owl and its even more superb halftime show. Not sure I'm close to 100% though, as my aches persist and some have gotten worse. At least I'll be working from home on both Monday and Tuesday. Meanwhile the wool wash got done and Rob vacuumed the bedroom, although I wish I hadn't moved some things off the carpet as he could have done that without causing pain. Just want to sleep some now.

Seasons Change and So Do I

We had planned on a sushi lunch in the Scarsdale strip mall that also houses a Super ShopRite, so we could stock up on some different Stuporbowl snackies than we usually get, but the temps dropped precipitously this morning after about a half inch of powder and we decided to play it safer and stick to the pharmacy and the nearby Stop & Shop in Yonkers. I'd been worried much of the night: will the 22-year-old car start in this cold? will I be able to leave the driveway with everything turning icy? can I even drive with my hand battered? how bad will the wind be? can we deal with the cold going to and from the car? All my fears were allayed in short order, we got all our shopping done, we were back home around noon and we spent the afternoon Olympic- and thermometer-watching. I think it's down to around 4 degrees Fahrenheit now and dropping, with the wind making everything feel much worse, but I have no further plans to go out until at least Wednesday. Let's hope this helps my hand and knee heal more quickly!

Olympic Distraction

Being caught up on most job stuff, I had time to rest and recuperate from yesterday's spill by watching the opening ceremonies of the Whatever-Number-It-Is Winter Olympiad. As usual the US coverage of the ceremony was dreadful, with numerous ads and Oo-Ess-Eh worship tainting what appeared to be a very lovely evening in Milan and Cortina. As usual, some sports were already underway and we caught a number of those; I tend to be partial to the ice skating, where the team competition got underway with said Oo-Ess-Eh in relatively deserved first place. I mean, I don't fault the athletes, I fault the jingoism, which will probably be unbearable in the summer of '28 when the games are currently scheduled to be in Los Angeles. Still, it was a nice distraction from the hand and knee pain, which I suspect I'll have for awhile, particularly with the coming colder snap...