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Thursday, November 25th, 2021 11:11 pmGot The Invisible Man in e-pub form from the library finally, then registered it's over 700 pages which is far too long to read on a tablet, so back it went ('four people are waiting') and back I went to Gladys Mitchell, that unregarded member of the Golden Age of Detective Fiction.
Grey and rainy today, as it was Sunday. But Sunday I'd been fed hydrocodone every four hours whether I wanted it or not, and today I wasn't, so today all my joints hated me. Really, all I want is to curl up on the side room futon with beanbags disposed about my person, but then I keep remembering people's horror stories of various rels who Wouldn't Do Their Exercises and the crippledness that ensued, so I go do my exercises, and then everything hurts worse and the meds don't touch it. It's not a sharp pain but a chronic muscle ache from those bruised and swollen areas which will go on as long as the bruises and swelling last, I assume. Brings back memories of how my leg felt after the bike accident, when I cut it open somehow (probably having the bike knocked out from under me and the saddle catching my thigh) and hence had the same bruising and swelling.
Though now I do get a sharp pain when I stand up, which may be the incision making itself known, or may be what artificial knees do in cold damp weather. About which I had been warned.
Little Girls' mother came to visit and take away a bag of laundry, brother came by to do some shopping for me, so at least I was social.
Grey and rainy today, as it was Sunday. But Sunday I'd been fed hydrocodone every four hours whether I wanted it or not, and today I wasn't, so today all my joints hated me. Really, all I want is to curl up on the side room futon with beanbags disposed about my person, but then I keep remembering people's horror stories of various rels who Wouldn't Do Their Exercises and the crippledness that ensued, so I go do my exercises, and then everything hurts worse and the meds don't touch it. It's not a sharp pain but a chronic muscle ache from those bruised and swollen areas which will go on as long as the bruises and swelling last, I assume. Brings back memories of how my leg felt after the bike accident, when I cut it open somehow (probably having the bike knocked out from under me and the saddle catching my thigh) and hence had the same bruising and swelling.
Though now I do get a sharp pain when I stand up, which may be the incision making itself known, or may be what artificial knees do in cold damp weather. About which I had been warned.
Little Girls' mother came to visit and take away a bag of laundry, brother came by to do some shopping for me, so at least I was social.
