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Aug. 1st, 2010 08:53 pm( Deutsch )
Well. I've graduated from crawling, hobbling, and otherwise hissing in pain every time I move or roll over, to pretty much being able to get around, sit, stand, do some limited yoga, and the only bad part is that every time I get up from a sitting position I sort of lurch to my feet and then spend the next five minutes staggering around like the Bug in an Edgar Suit from Men in Black. Seriously, I need to call up Vincent D'Onofrio for pointers.
Tomorrow, routines resume. So does work. Which will be nice because I haven't been to work in five days and ... actually, I've barely been out of the house in five days for one reason or another, and it's starting to get incredibly surreal. I really, really want to be healthy again. I miss being healthy. I miss being able to go out for a walk without worrying that I'm going to flop down by the side of the road twitching and paralyzed and in pain. Still, given the past couple of days worth of not doing that within the safety of my own home, I think I'll be able to manage. And just in case, there'll be a couple of naproxen in my pocket along with a not!Vicodin and my cell phone. Just in case.
So, we need a new TV. And a few other things, mostly me being housebound for the last five days, have led to me and subsequently the boy starting to pick up the house. Again. And the spare room. Again. And this time it might actually get finished! I'm hoping to do this over the next couple of weeks, between everything else. It started out as a way for me to get up every fifteen or so minutes and lurch, because otherwise I'd just continue to stiffen up and nothing would ever get achieved in terms of recovery. And now somehow it's turned into a thing. We got all the minis out of blister packs and sorted into tackle boxes according to rough category, we finished fixing up one bookshelf that was kind of wobbly. Cleaned up the carpet in the supposed guest room, and tomorrow we sort of rearrange the furniture. And the boy calls recycling places to find out what we can do with the TV.
Apart from trying on the Cheetara boots absolutely nothing got done this weekend in terms of costuming, on account of it's really hard to do any of that until and unless I'm actually able to, um. Stand up straight. Next up on my list, though, try out Cheetara makeup (which I may do right now, tonight, before bed) and see if the rest of my costume came in at work, then put together my steampunkish outfit and take pictures with the backup skirt and see what else I want to do. Hm. There may be pictures of the Cheetara makeup too. You will not know until it happens!
Well. I've graduated from crawling, hobbling, and otherwise hissing in pain every time I move or roll over, to pretty much being able to get around, sit, stand, do some limited yoga, and the only bad part is that every time I get up from a sitting position I sort of lurch to my feet and then spend the next five minutes staggering around like the Bug in an Edgar Suit from Men in Black. Seriously, I need to call up Vincent D'Onofrio for pointers.
Tomorrow, routines resume. So does work. Which will be nice because I haven't been to work in five days and ... actually, I've barely been out of the house in five days for one reason or another, and it's starting to get incredibly surreal. I really, really want to be healthy again. I miss being healthy. I miss being able to go out for a walk without worrying that I'm going to flop down by the side of the road twitching and paralyzed and in pain. Still, given the past couple of days worth of not doing that within the safety of my own home, I think I'll be able to manage. And just in case, there'll be a couple of naproxen in my pocket along with a not!Vicodin and my cell phone. Just in case.
So, we need a new TV. And a few other things, mostly me being housebound for the last five days, have led to me and subsequently the boy starting to pick up the house. Again. And the spare room. Again. And this time it might actually get finished! I'm hoping to do this over the next couple of weeks, between everything else. It started out as a way for me to get up every fifteen or so minutes and lurch, because otherwise I'd just continue to stiffen up and nothing would ever get achieved in terms of recovery. And now somehow it's turned into a thing. We got all the minis out of blister packs and sorted into tackle boxes according to rough category, we finished fixing up one bookshelf that was kind of wobbly. Cleaned up the carpet in the supposed guest room, and tomorrow we sort of rearrange the furniture. And the boy calls recycling places to find out what we can do with the TV.
Apart from trying on the Cheetara boots absolutely nothing got done this weekend in terms of costuming, on account of it's really hard to do any of that until and unless I'm actually able to, um. Stand up straight. Next up on my list, though, try out Cheetara makeup (which I may do right now, tonight, before bed) and see if the rest of my costume came in at work, then put together my steampunkish outfit and take pictures with the backup skirt and see what else I want to do. Hm. There may be pictures of the Cheetara makeup too. You will not know until it happens!