Result: misery

[desperance]

As I foretold you, these my fingers are dissolved into needles, into pins and needles; my physio and I have had a session about it today. It's an odd demonstration, of how the human body is sewn together; she twitches something in my shoulder and it hurts all down my arm...

So. We are engaged, for a course of treatment; we make no guesses, how long it may last. I foresee much ouchie.

Still'n'all, it's nice to see her, as she is also an old friend and friend-of-friends; and there is an abiding pleasance in being the focus of someone's physical attention, despite the ouchie.

And being in town as I was, I thought I might as well stay there; so I went to the Lit & Phil and wrote six pages of Sekrit Projekt, as it was very much my turn. That was nothing but fun, no ouchie at all. I like having a Sekrit Projekt. (Tho' it's bloody hard to type; my fingers want to spell it right. I could never be a cat.)

Talking of typing, O LJ, give me your advices:

My blessed physio says that if I'm going to use the laptop in the library a lot, I should get a separate keyboard for it, and a stand to lift the screen closer to eye-height. Any suggestions, particularly for the keyboard? What's good out there, that's light to carry around?

Also, what does one do about taking a laptop on a plane these days? Are there extra regulations about whether it has to go in hand luggage or hold luggage, whether it's banned from either? I am all out of plane-fu...

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[pennski.livejournal.com]

I like the sound of your blessed physio! Mine gave me the all-clear a couple of weeks ago which is v nice.