Brief observations

Y'know? Even this little, little typing? Is really ouchie. Expect ongoing postings to be sparse.

Do sidle over to moshui, though, to pick up his ongoing good news in re DRAGON IN CHAINS etc, which apparently came through while I was sickly.

If my desk were less cluttered, I would be able to shift my mouse to the other side and play left-handed; that would be easier. But, alas...

Lose weight now. Ask me how.

Spend a week in bed. Take no exercise at all. Starve yourself for twelve hours or so, every other day; otherwise eat regular meals of stodgy institutional food, topped up with lots of biscuits and cakes and late-night rounds of toast. Plus whatever else your friends bring you: chocolates, fruit, like that. Olives and sausage. (I have good friends.)

I seem to be half a stone lighter. How can this be?

Whoops

I have lost my dressing. This is not altogether a surprise - I was in an eye ward for reasons of available space, and the nurses kept saying "I'm an eye nurse, not a plastics nurse! How do you do thumbs?" - but I did at least hope I could keep it on till tomorrow, when I have to go back to, um, have my dressing changed...

(No, I can't jam it back on again; when I say "lost", I do actually mean lost. I looked down and there was my thumb, naked and exposed. The dressing I cannot find. I blame, obviously, the boys.)

Self-bandaging: or, cleanliness is next to catliness, and so am I

Hee. So la_marquise_de sent me out (pursuant to my previous post) in search of tubi-grip. Of which the pharmacist had none. But I came home thinking "maybe I can manage this anyway; I have the makin's."

So I unwrapped and laid out bandage, and sticky tape, and eye-pad (it was an ocular ward, with (j)ocular nurses who were ill-equipped for thumbs; but they maintained that eye-pads would do, for lack of other padding).

I cut off sections of tape, to be ready, and stuck them to the table close at hand.

It was about the time that Barry biffed the bandage to the floor, that I remembered how the nurses had been Very Very Careful to keep all the dressings sterile until applied: wearing sterile gloves, using sterile scissors, laying everything out on sterile paper. Etc.

Ah well, I thought, retrieving the bandage - and looking up to find Mac making a game of Pounce on the Sticky Tape, where the lengths I'd cut off were dangling below the table-edge...

Still'n'all. It may not be exactly sterile, but I have made a creditable job of manufacturing something thumb-huggingly tight. I'm quite proud of myself.

And yes, I know I'm not supposed to be typing; but while it is easy to do nothing in hospital, it is not at all easy at home. I am restless and dissatisfied.

That?

Is the first time (I think) that I have gone to the wine-rack deliberately looking for something with a screwtop. How times change.

In other news, I have just cleaned up my first broken glass post-accident. (Thanks, boys...) I was, um, wary. Cautious. Safe.

Yes, I know I should stop posting. But! I haven't seen y'all for a week!! I am full of gibber!!!

*gibbers*

We can has it backwards, too...

I just read all through my f-list's election day - in reverse. From glee-and-squee through building confidence to hope-and-anxiety to casting their own votes, all wonderfully interlaced with fjm's snapshot Inspirations.

Thanks, all. You done good. I missed the thing itself, but the record abides.

And now I can go to bed.