Five things
Mar. 5th, 2013 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My wrist spent yesterday hurting a little, and today hurting more, I can't decide whether in spite of or because I put it in a brace overnight. Which means I haven't decided what to do about it tonight.
Not, naturally, my right wrist with the known RSI -- nor is it RSI pain. Mom poked over my hand, and picked out the most likely candidate, which is technically where thumb joins wrist, and considered a part of the hand. It's also a common starting place for arthritis and other forms of inflammation. And the flaring I was describing and the ways it does and doesn't hurt seemed to fit that. (As opposed to a break or a sprain. As long as this is a temporary inflammation, I'll take it.)
Took an NSAID and it seems to have helped.
Also I was wearing my sewing glove things (basically finger-tip-less things that encourage circulation and keep my hands from freezing while doing computer stuff, which is apparently like enough to sewing in this respect. I've long loved those glove-things even when I wasn't hurting.)
It's always a surprise with things like this, though, which automatic motions cause trouble. Lift a laundry basket? No problem. Pick up a squirmy toddler? With caution, it's not a problem. Try to rest my hand on my hip or a table? OUCH.
well, I'll be trying to get some x-rays of my hip and lower back in a couple of days (Damage left from pregnancy or labour, not sure which. Plus the hip was always a bit odd. An ongoing issue, not very interesting.) If the wrist is still hurting I may look for a walk-in clinic and see if I can get seen in a reasonable length of time there. (There's at least one within a couple of blocks. Worst case, I can go there, get a time in a couple of hours from my arrival, go for the x-ray and come back...)
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It's amazing how agent queries can slip away from one. Well, there's a few more out, anyhow.
I find them a lot more stressful than I should for letters that are 75%-90% copy-pasted (How much I personalize varies, but the general story blurb doesn't change even when I tailor everything else about it as much as possible.) Each one makes me a little more nervous.
Then I don't send them out for a bit, and instead I stress that I'm never going to get published if I don't *try*.
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So my father in law left last night. In spite of the snow here and in his stopover in Calgary, he got home well and with his luggage. We had some nice talks on the day of his departure.
I *was* amused to hear him say that he doesn't do small talk, because this is the man who will converse with anyone about nearly anything, who seems to live his life looking for chances to talk to people. But it's equally true he doesn't talk sports, or the weather, or bland "how are you" platitudes. (If he asks how someone is, he wants a genuine answer, and he looks for better, more personal, versions of the question.)
One of the things he does, it occurs to me, along with genuinely seeing how people he knows are getting one, trying to encourage people in their pursuits directly, and point out the things they do well (He loves to find the good things in people and say them out loud), is try to find places one person either needs help, or can help others. And he'll remember. And he'll tell them about one another. He talks to forge connections as well as to maintain the ones he has.
When Colin was drawing up the renovation plans for the house, he had an engineer friend of his stop in and look them over to tell him what he needed to change or include for the building permit office, and wracked his brain, hard, to remember and track down the person he'd met who did well-recommended windows. Now, in that case, that was his own son, any caring father might do that. But he does it for people in his church. For friends of friends. For people he knows in Lesotho (his meeting in the morning of his departure date, in that instance), or in China, or Russia. He made sure to call on a person he last knew almost 20 years before while we were in Spain; someone whose son might well be a perfect candidate for his connection-making skills.
Once I see it in that light, it's much more interesting watching him talk on and on with people. There are still times it can be frustrating, that he always wants to talk. (Like when one is reading. Or there are stories from Colin's childhood, or of his wife's frustration during cross-country drives).
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Somewhere in this week I have to get at least some of our dishes etc. put away in actual sensibly chosen cupboards and drawers. Right now they're mostly stored where they were out of the way, or put back into the cupboards they were in even when those cupboards moved to locations that are no longer logical.
Some of the things that got boxed away might stay there a while, even though I think technically we have slightly *more* space than we did. Because we never had quite enough. But my tea is going to find a cupboard or a shelf, dammit. (I left my most common choices in the pantry, and *still* had to fetch one container from the box).
_________________
Someone remarked that there's a new Elfquest comic out, being drawn once weekly or so, and featured on BoingBoing in the process.l This led me to the discovery that they have pretty much their whole archive online. Which, since the last issues I have are from kings of the Broken Wheel, means I ahve been doing a LOT of catch up reading. Between all the the things I read...
Not, naturally, my right wrist with the known RSI -- nor is it RSI pain. Mom poked over my hand, and picked out the most likely candidate, which is technically where thumb joins wrist, and considered a part of the hand. It's also a common starting place for arthritis and other forms of inflammation. And the flaring I was describing and the ways it does and doesn't hurt seemed to fit that. (As opposed to a break or a sprain. As long as this is a temporary inflammation, I'll take it.)
Took an NSAID and it seems to have helped.
Also I was wearing my sewing glove things (basically finger-tip-less things that encourage circulation and keep my hands from freezing while doing computer stuff, which is apparently like enough to sewing in this respect. I've long loved those glove-things even when I wasn't hurting.)
It's always a surprise with things like this, though, which automatic motions cause trouble. Lift a laundry basket? No problem. Pick up a squirmy toddler? With caution, it's not a problem. Try to rest my hand on my hip or a table? OUCH.
well, I'll be trying to get some x-rays of my hip and lower back in a couple of days (Damage left from pregnancy or labour, not sure which. Plus the hip was always a bit odd. An ongoing issue, not very interesting.) If the wrist is still hurting I may look for a walk-in clinic and see if I can get seen in a reasonable length of time there. (There's at least one within a couple of blocks. Worst case, I can go there, get a time in a couple of hours from my arrival, go for the x-ray and come back...)
_________________
It's amazing how agent queries can slip away from one. Well, there's a few more out, anyhow.
I find them a lot more stressful than I should for letters that are 75%-90% copy-pasted (How much I personalize varies, but the general story blurb doesn't change even when I tailor everything else about it as much as possible.) Each one makes me a little more nervous.
Then I don't send them out for a bit, and instead I stress that I'm never going to get published if I don't *try*.
_________________
So my father in law left last night. In spite of the snow here and in his stopover in Calgary, he got home well and with his luggage. We had some nice talks on the day of his departure.
I *was* amused to hear him say that he doesn't do small talk, because this is the man who will converse with anyone about nearly anything, who seems to live his life looking for chances to talk to people. But it's equally true he doesn't talk sports, or the weather, or bland "how are you" platitudes. (If he asks how someone is, he wants a genuine answer, and he looks for better, more personal, versions of the question.)
One of the things he does, it occurs to me, along with genuinely seeing how people he knows are getting one, trying to encourage people in their pursuits directly, and point out the things they do well (He loves to find the good things in people and say them out loud), is try to find places one person either needs help, or can help others. And he'll remember. And he'll tell them about one another. He talks to forge connections as well as to maintain the ones he has.
When Colin was drawing up the renovation plans for the house, he had an engineer friend of his stop in and look them over to tell him what he needed to change or include for the building permit office, and wracked his brain, hard, to remember and track down the person he'd met who did well-recommended windows. Now, in that case, that was his own son, any caring father might do that. But he does it for people in his church. For friends of friends. For people he knows in Lesotho (his meeting in the morning of his departure date, in that instance), or in China, or Russia. He made sure to call on a person he last knew almost 20 years before while we were in Spain; someone whose son might well be a perfect candidate for his connection-making skills.
Once I see it in that light, it's much more interesting watching him talk on and on with people. There are still times it can be frustrating, that he always wants to talk. (Like when one is reading. Or there are stories from Colin's childhood, or of his wife's frustration during cross-country drives).
_________________
Somewhere in this week I have to get at least some of our dishes etc. put away in actual sensibly chosen cupboards and drawers. Right now they're mostly stored where they were out of the way, or put back into the cupboards they were in even when those cupboards moved to locations that are no longer logical.
Some of the things that got boxed away might stay there a while, even though I think technically we have slightly *more* space than we did. Because we never had quite enough. But my tea is going to find a cupboard or a shelf, dammit. (I left my most common choices in the pantry, and *still* had to fetch one container from the box).
_________________
Someone remarked that there's a new Elfquest comic out, being drawn once weekly or so, and featured on BoingBoing in the process.l This led me to the discovery that they have pretty much their whole archive online. Which, since the last issues I have are from kings of the Broken Wheel, means I ahve been doing a LOT of catch up reading. Between all the the things I read...