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deathpixie) wrote2002-01-15 06:15 pm
deathpixie) wrote2002-01-15 06:15 pm
Walking Wounded...
*laughing ruefully* Ah, Murphy, you are such a jester, you.
See, when Pete got into work today, he was limping and had his ankle bandaged up. Seems he turned his bad ankle again on the way home last night. *shakes head* The man's a walking disaster - he's injured himself in more lame ways than I can count. Then again, I can talk, having turned my own ankle in sillier circumstances. But any way, the two of us were shuffling around carefully today, until Pete satisfied himself that it wasn't going to be busy today and got taken home by his wife at around 12.30. So I worked on my own until 4.45 - technically fifteen minutes early, but I'd been sitting there for half an hour and only answered the phone twice in that time so I felt justified.
Made it home mere minutes before it started raining, too. My luck's returning. :)
The shoulder's still painful, but it's becoming localised, instead of the whole damn arm and half my back. There's a "hot spot" too - looks like I jarred it when I fell, rather than actually impacting on anything. In the effort to save my hands and elbows, looks like the shoulder took the impact. It still hurts, but I've got the Neurofen (ibuprophen) if it gets too bad. Good thing I heal quickly. There shouldn't be any need to go to a doctor - I'm guessing it should be fine by the end of the week.
See, that's the thing about my body and I. We know each other pretty well, and I generally know when things are amiss. Except for kidney infections, which sneak up on me. But for the most part I know when I'm really sick and need a doctor, and when I just need rest and fluids and decent food. Same with injuries - I've been bashed around in my various sporting activities so much that I can self-treat pretty well. Of course, the first aid course helped. ;) So while my shoulder is killing me at the moment and I'm fighting the urge to curl up in a ball and whine (more than I already have *grins*), I know it's not serious. *chuckles* If it was serious, you wouldn't hear a peep outta me - I'd just quietly bleed to death or something in the corner. I'm contrary, like that.
*breathes deep* I'm getting that rain smell, the one that's so indicative of Aussie bush summers. Low rumbles of thunder in the hills (probably should disconnect before my computer gets fried), rain drumming on the roof, and that smell, of dust laid to rest and dry grass and wet eucalypts. Heavenly.
It's times like this I remember why I love my country.
See, when Pete got into work today, he was limping and had his ankle bandaged up. Seems he turned his bad ankle again on the way home last night. *shakes head* The man's a walking disaster - he's injured himself in more lame ways than I can count. Then again, I can talk, having turned my own ankle in sillier circumstances. But any way, the two of us were shuffling around carefully today, until Pete satisfied himself that it wasn't going to be busy today and got taken home by his wife at around 12.30. So I worked on my own until 4.45 - technically fifteen minutes early, but I'd been sitting there for half an hour and only answered the phone twice in that time so I felt justified.
Made it home mere minutes before it started raining, too. My luck's returning. :)
The shoulder's still painful, but it's becoming localised, instead of the whole damn arm and half my back. There's a "hot spot" too - looks like I jarred it when I fell, rather than actually impacting on anything. In the effort to save my hands and elbows, looks like the shoulder took the impact. It still hurts, but I've got the Neurofen (ibuprophen) if it gets too bad. Good thing I heal quickly. There shouldn't be any need to go to a doctor - I'm guessing it should be fine by the end of the week.
See, that's the thing about my body and I. We know each other pretty well, and I generally know when things are amiss. Except for kidney infections, which sneak up on me. But for the most part I know when I'm really sick and need a doctor, and when I just need rest and fluids and decent food. Same with injuries - I've been bashed around in my various sporting activities so much that I can self-treat pretty well. Of course, the first aid course helped. ;) So while my shoulder is killing me at the moment and I'm fighting the urge to curl up in a ball and whine (more than I already have *grins*), I know it's not serious. *chuckles* If it was serious, you wouldn't hear a peep outta me - I'd just quietly bleed to death or something in the corner. I'm contrary, like that.
*breathes deep* I'm getting that rain smell, the one that's so indicative of Aussie bush summers. Low rumbles of thunder in the hills (probably should disconnect before my computer gets fried), rain drumming on the roof, and that smell, of dust laid to rest and dry grass and wet eucalypts. Heavenly.
It's times like this I remember why I love my country.
Kidney Stuff
Just saying, is all...