8:45 Roll out of bed and realize that my shoulder is all tight and knotted again Head to John's office (read: closet cave) for a quick backrub
8:50 Make latte, toast and pop 4 motrin for shoulder pain
Kitchen conversation includes:
I want to see a movie today--Atonement or There Will Be Blood
John is headed to LA tomorrow, who wants to go with him?
We're almost out of milk
Is chunky peanut butter okay?
9:00 Latte in hand (ha! got the good mug before John because I hid it well in the dish drainer) and checking on blogs. Leave a few comments, check my comments from yesterday for replies
9:10 check Freecycle for messages to moderate (none so far--slow day)
9:20 stretch shoulder and gingerly massage huge knot. Wonder if exercise would be a good or a bad thing.
9:30 contemplate shower
9:39 head to shower, interrupted as John chides me for not having my W-2 yet. He's working on taxes already and has his info. Sigh.
9:41 heading to shower again
9:53 John joins me in shower to rub the knot in my back. I giggle when I look down and see that he has a pair of underpants stuck to his foot
10:00 blow drying, contemplating what to wear
Thoughts:
Had planned on not wearing leg today due to sores. Can't imagine a day on crutches with sore shoulder. Weigh my options. Crawl under covers and read a few chapters of my latest book
. Hurts to hold book and read. Lie still and send yoga energy to shoulder. Debate whether to use BenGay or Tiger Balm on shoulder. Decide on the latter as I remember (fondly) buying Tiger Balm in China from the boat captain as we cruised the canals of Suzhou.11:02 Get dressed, deciding to wear leg
11:18 Check email, blogs, post youtube clip from Mom on soloblog. Eat granola cereal in favorite green bowl.
11:43 CatGirl shares a TicTac with me that's supposed to be some kind of lemon mint. Tastes like floor polish.
11:47 heading to kitchen for more motrin
11:53 stretch and relax and yoga. For shoulder. But leg hurts too much to relax.
12:32 decide that leg is far too painful, take it off, get into bed
12:33 nibble a corner off of a muscle relaxant pill. Hoping that it can take the edge off of shoulder pain w/o making me drowsy
12:35 GamBoy brings me a sandwich in bed. Tuna sandwich with four large spear pickles. He knows I like my pickles. The bread so pickle soggy that I am licking it off my fingers. Drift off into pickly-happy drug-induced sleep.
4:28 wake to horrible pounding noise. Pound pound pound crash. Realize it is coming from the front door. Get scared. Can't move body. Start moaning.
GameBoy emerges from the back bedroom, I mumble for him to check the noise. John and Catgirl are there at the door, having returned from errands w/o keys. They bring in groceries as I try to return life to my sodden limbs.
4:33 check email and write on blog. Typing not easy with flailing sausage fingers. Hungry, but not sure if I can chew.
I am one with the couch pillows. TobyJoy is pacing back and forth on the coffee table. Looking at me.
4:43 Head to kitchen for more motrin. Afternoon tea.
4:45-8 Reading and more yoga. Stretching on my fitball to open up my tight shoulders
8:03 John makes pizza dinner. Yum. Especially the mushrooms...mushrooms=tasty. I make an attempt at burping the national anthem, but don't make it past the first line (I blame muscle relaxant). GameBoy composes spontaneous satirical version of said anthem. CatGirl reads at table.
8:20 checking email, google reader, freecycle queue, petting Tobykitty
9:44 will take more motrin, then head to the bedroom where I will watch a bit of a movie, read, and go to sleep
What was your day like?
7 comments:
I just wanted to clarify that the underpants in question were Jana's.
Not sure if that's better or worse.
I woke up in Portland yesterday with a very black and blue and purplish foot that is also quite swollen. This is due to the fact that I quote embarrassingly fell and twisted my ankle the day before. The day proceeded. I iced it and took ibuprofen and tried to go on with normal Portland activities, but found myself asking to go home after too long in the first vintage shop we visited, because my foot was really hurting and I just couldn't walk down the street anymore at the time.
So I came home and read a book and we went out to this really cool restaurant in Portland that was built in an old elementary school. Here I proceeded to drink four pints of beer, which is probably 2.5 pints too many, but it made the foot feel better for tonight.
I don't like being semi-injured on vacation. It made the Japanese Gardens a little less enjoyable. But today we go to Powell's and sprained foot or not, nothing is going to keep me out of my favorite bookstore ever.
I know that was long, but it was my day.
Powells...nothing could keep me from Powell's!
Sorry to hear about your foot, btw. Have you tried an acewrap or footbrace? When I was in Boston I had huge oozy sores on my leg but continued walking for several miles/day. I was in Boston, for crying out loud! Nothing would stop me from seeing the town! But oh, was I popping tons of pain pills!
Have you been to Moonstruck chocolates yet? Or Voodoo Donuts?
:)
I think on vacation in pain or no pain you just have to suck it up and go with it. Had it not been so rainy, cold, and miserable and had everyone is my party not traversed Hawthorne Street in the past I probably would have continued to walk.
I am on my way to Powell's, Moonstruck, and Voodoo in a few minutes.
I stayed in bed until 2 pm yesterday writing a post for John's blog and reading my latest book, The Poisonwood Bible. Very good. Then headed out to Lake Elsinore to have dinner and see a movie with Ryan's best friend from high school (I think they met when they were seven). I had a yummy prosciutto-asparagus-mozzarella-spinach salad and we watched "Good Luck Chuck," which would offend many, many people and was generally a ridiculous movie but which I found quite amusing. Mmmmm...Dane Cook....
Today, I spent a good 5 minutes today trying to conjure up an image of you burping the national athem and just couldn't picture it. You have been holding out on us! A performace at our next get-together is in line......perhaps a burping Happy Birthday song to John next week? :-)
Elise:
Part of me wants to say that I just put the burping thing in there to see if anyone actually read to the end of this ridiculous post. But it's actually true.
Maybe I'll burp for you someday. But I'm not sure that I know you well enough yet.
Another little known fact about me: Chuck is one of my nicknames. Just FYI.
I went and saw Atonement Saturday night -- powerfully moving, well acted. Left me thinking about it long afterwards. I recommend it.
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