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dragonlady7This is, for me, the Monday of my week.
At 5:30 am I was awakened by the somewhat distant, but not distant enough, sounds of a pickup truck doing work-- the back gate banging, the gears grinding, the engine revving, the clatter as whatever was in the back slid to the ground. I rolled over, trying to make myself comfortable, and in my disorientation managed to crack my head soundly against the solid plaster wall.
So, I have a headache.
In addition, the ankle I was complaining about on Monday, and then on Tuesday, and then yesterday, is still very much as painful as if I had never just spent two days off with it in the air and not using it at all. (I really haven't left the house, and haven't had shoes on.) It hurts every bit as much as it did on Monday when I got home from work all complainy.
In fact, I think it hurts more.
So screw this non-medicating thing. I'm wondering if I got a stress fracture of some kind, because the pain goes away when I'm warmed-up and moving, but always comes back. Well... I guess there's nothing for it this morning except to bloody well warm it up and move it. Thursdays are money days, and I'm not going to let myself be crippled by a headache from... running my head into a wall.
I didn't get anything done this weekend, and I feel a little guilty, but not entirely, because at least I started to get excited about a story again. I still have a lot of bullshit work to do, though, and I wish I'd managed to at least get started on that. And of course, every day I don't write, is another day when I'm, well, not writing, and builds the wall of starting it up again that much higher. This is not the longest stretch I've gone, but it's a pretty darn long stretch, for no reason whatsoever. So much for taking an easy job that let me write: it's hammering home the point that no job is an easy job, and whether I write or not is entirely down to me. Pthbbbt.
This yogurt tastes like hell. I can't decide if it's a crappy flavor or if it's gone off. I hope I'd be smart enough to know whether it's gone off, but then, I hope a lot of things.
Also I'm in the middle of a really bad eczema flare between my fingers and that's retarded. I wore gloves to do the dishes yesterday, and I've been putting all kinds of lotions on them.
If this isn't incentive to find that physicians' directory and get myself an appointment with a doctor, I don't know what is, but then, I said the same thing when I ran out of birth control, and so far that hasn't motivated me either. Sigh. I hate choosing a new doctor. I have absolutely no information on who's reasonable around here. It was convenient, in Westchester, to have a general physician who did the gyn stuff too, but she was actually really mean and thought I was a degenerate and did an AIDS test on me because she thought I was a skank. Now, I'm glad she did, because it's nice to have been tested, because you never know, but still. At least at Planned Parenthood they were polite about it. Maybe I can just still go there. Nothing like getting your thingy examined in a barricaded fortress. (Not that there have ever been any attacks on that one, and not that anybody even pickets it, that I know of...)
Obviously I am a grouch today, and I actually woke up singing the I Love Trash (I Love It Because It's Trash) song (the second time I woke up, after knocking myself out on the wall)... so I must go warm up my aching ankle (no, it definitely hurts worse now that I've rested it for two days) and get myself ready to go attempt to be cheerful to the assholes that fly outta this airport. Urgh.
At 5:30 am I was awakened by the somewhat distant, but not distant enough, sounds of a pickup truck doing work-- the back gate banging, the gears grinding, the engine revving, the clatter as whatever was in the back slid to the ground. I rolled over, trying to make myself comfortable, and in my disorientation managed to crack my head soundly against the solid plaster wall.
So, I have a headache.
In addition, the ankle I was complaining about on Monday, and then on Tuesday, and then yesterday, is still very much as painful as if I had never just spent two days off with it in the air and not using it at all. (I really haven't left the house, and haven't had shoes on.) It hurts every bit as much as it did on Monday when I got home from work all complainy.
In fact, I think it hurts more.
So screw this non-medicating thing. I'm wondering if I got a stress fracture of some kind, because the pain goes away when I'm warmed-up and moving, but always comes back. Well... I guess there's nothing for it this morning except to bloody well warm it up and move it. Thursdays are money days, and I'm not going to let myself be crippled by a headache from... running my head into a wall.
I didn't get anything done this weekend, and I feel a little guilty, but not entirely, because at least I started to get excited about a story again. I still have a lot of bullshit work to do, though, and I wish I'd managed to at least get started on that. And of course, every day I don't write, is another day when I'm, well, not writing, and builds the wall of starting it up again that much higher. This is not the longest stretch I've gone, but it's a pretty darn long stretch, for no reason whatsoever. So much for taking an easy job that let me write: it's hammering home the point that no job is an easy job, and whether I write or not is entirely down to me. Pthbbbt.
This yogurt tastes like hell. I can't decide if it's a crappy flavor or if it's gone off. I hope I'd be smart enough to know whether it's gone off, but then, I hope a lot of things.
Also I'm in the middle of a really bad eczema flare between my fingers and that's retarded. I wore gloves to do the dishes yesterday, and I've been putting all kinds of lotions on them.
If this isn't incentive to find that physicians' directory and get myself an appointment with a doctor, I don't know what is, but then, I said the same thing when I ran out of birth control, and so far that hasn't motivated me either. Sigh. I hate choosing a new doctor. I have absolutely no information on who's reasonable around here. It was convenient, in Westchester, to have a general physician who did the gyn stuff too, but she was actually really mean and thought I was a degenerate and did an AIDS test on me because she thought I was a skank. Now, I'm glad she did, because it's nice to have been tested, because you never know, but still. At least at Planned Parenthood they were polite about it. Maybe I can just still go there. Nothing like getting your thingy examined in a barricaded fortress. (Not that there have ever been any attacks on that one, and not that anybody even pickets it, that I know of...)
Obviously I am a grouch today, and I actually woke up singing the I Love Trash (I Love It Because It's Trash) song (the second time I woke up, after knocking myself out on the wall)... so I must go warm up my aching ankle (no, it definitely hurts worse now that I've rested it for two days) and get myself ready to go attempt to be cheerful to the assholes that fly outta this airport. Urgh.
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Date: 2005-09-08 12:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-09 02:37 am (UTC)Crazy woman.
No, the thing with my foot is that it hurts like fuck in the morning, and in the evening, but in the middle once I'm running around I can kind of forget about it. It gets used to being walked on. It feels a bit funny by the end of the day, but it's only after I've sat down for a while that it starts really hurting again.
I dunno. Medical professionals could probably help, but dammit, I don't have a primary care physician and they won't do anything until I find one, and I guess I'm just going to have to go through and phone random ones up one by one to find out if they're taking new patients, and then wait another month or two for them to have a vacant appointment...
I know, I know, whine whine whine. I just thought this stupid problem would go away on its own, because all my other foot problems have so far.