Yeah, so.
No HNT. When I got home it was late, and I was more exhausted than I've been since the 72-hour paper-writing marathon of DOOM. I came home, crashed, and didn't revive myself until eight this morning. Thank God I didn't remember to set the alarms, or I'd have had to drag my tired ass out of bed at six. Those two hours were the most wonderful two hours of sleep I remember.
My writing went well today, and I'm finally moving on to the real plot and whatnot. No more narrative introduction crap. Things are going to happen and they're going to happen in a right old kick ass fashion. Characters will suffer. War will descend upon the bickering folks at the border, and all hell will break loose.
Dinner was a smashing success. Thanks go to those ladies who came up with the recipe's, the people who put the book together, my mother, who gave the book to me, my grocer, who sold me the ingredients, the apartment manager, oven and crockpot manufacturers, and ..... yeah.
Bad news, guys. I'm going to have to go to the doctor tomorrow or Monday afternoon. This wrist situation got a lot worse really quickly. Earlier today it was just about as fine as it's been (which would be hurting whenever I put the wrist at an up or down angle), but after dinner it changed its tune. It now screams at me whenever I put it at any angle. Side to side, up and down, rotating is sheer hell. There's a spot on my middle finger's knuckle that has been hurting recently, and it's kind of swollen and tender now, and also, as if this stupid limp wasn't giving me enough problems, any pressure to the wrist itself is painful. Even just lightly pressing on the thing (like taking pulse, but squeezing gently) is bad. Wearing the brace isn't even relieving as much pain as it was before.
And so, I find myself unable to type much more tonight, and will be posting, taking some aspirin (swelling and pain relief, I hope), and going to bed.
End.
My writing went well today, and I'm finally moving on to the real plot and whatnot. No more narrative introduction crap. Things are going to happen and they're going to happen in a right old kick ass fashion. Characters will suffer. War will descend upon the bickering folks at the border, and all hell will break loose.
Dinner was a smashing success. Thanks go to those ladies who came up with the recipe's, the people who put the book together, my mother, who gave the book to me, my grocer, who sold me the ingredients, the apartment manager, oven and crockpot manufacturers, and ..... yeah.
Bad news, guys. I'm going to have to go to the doctor tomorrow or Monday afternoon. This wrist situation got a lot worse really quickly. Earlier today it was just about as fine as it's been (which would be hurting whenever I put the wrist at an up or down angle), but after dinner it changed its tune. It now screams at me whenever I put it at any angle. Side to side, up and down, rotating is sheer hell. There's a spot on my middle finger's knuckle that has been hurting recently, and it's kind of swollen and tender now, and also, as if this stupid limp wasn't giving me enough problems, any pressure to the wrist itself is painful. Even just lightly pressing on the thing (like taking pulse, but squeezing gently) is bad. Wearing the brace isn't even relieving as much pain as it was before.
And so, I find myself unable to type much more tonight, and will be posting, taking some aspirin (swelling and pain relief, I hope), and going to bed.
End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 22:45
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