Fortunately, my toenails appear to finally be safe from my tummy. Last time I came down with something this fast and this drastic, it was a novovirus (or norovirus, however it's spelled). THIS time, I have the capacity to spend the entire day in bed being fussed over.
I have a bruise a touch over 4cm long and 1cm wide on that arm. It started as a lump a couple of centimetres away from the hole, which swelled over 12 hours or so, then spread out to the long, flat, painful bruise it is now. The phlebotomist used a vein I don't normally get poked in, which was good, as there aren't any pinhole scars there, and it was slightly less painful than usual, but it still burned the whole time.
Results should be back soon.
Taking my morning tea break in the middle of mowing the lawns. I had let them overgrow significantly over the last couple of months, so they kinda need mowing. Then there's the weeds in other parts of the garden... Dad suggested just mowing the lot, but the spot he was suggesting that for has nothing like even ground to run the mower over, and my knee is still bunged.
Oh yeah, my knee. I bunged it up in classical 'me' manner.
Last weekend me and Not A Redhead and his girlfriend and kid went up to his shack in Port Broughton with his boat. The forecast rain did not eventuate until we didn't care if it rained anymore. There was fishing, crabbing, attempts at waterskiing (I think my feet need padding to stay in the skis, my ankles aren't strong enough to hold them at the angle to not rip themselves off), scrabble, dominoes, and no internets. Multiple mysterious battery failure, none of it fatal or dangerous, but certainly annoying. One of those batteries was the car battery as we were preparing to leave on Monday to go home.
So we pushstarted the car. I lost traction when it started rolling properly, and I chose to bung my knee up instead of my face. Fortunately I was wearing jeans so there was no gravel in there, but there was one hole several millimetres deep. My knee is still swollen and purple in some spots, but most of the bruising has gone to yellow, and the holes are filling in - I may not even scar, knowing me. I'm supposed to keep off it. I managed until yesterday - before the dance workshops I was definitely showing signs of withdrawal :P
Excess crabs from the crabbing went to various people. Apparently I'm the only person on that expedition who actively likes crabs, and we caught ~30 of legal size. Not A Redhead killed them and cut them in half, and I did the rest of the cleaning. There was a BBQ before class on Monday, so we donated crabs to that, I pinched some for my parents, Dance Teacher One grabbed a few, as did the gentleman cooking the BBQ. My Dad had this to say about the crabs (and the fillet and a half of snook that was left over from the fishes I caught and Not A Redhead cooked on Sunday), in a message titled 'Crabby Dad':
"Thanks for the crabs. They were terrific.
Dollop of butter. Chopped up onion. Glug of white wine for the cook and one for the pot. Three egg tomatoes. Leftover tomatoes from yesterday’s salad. Leftover cherry tomatoes and capsicum from yesterday’s hors d’oeuvre. Dash of chilli sauce. Rats: it was a new bottle and the dash was a dollop – c’est la guerre. Pepper. Why not some of this fish sauce stuff? This is dry work: glug of wine for the cook and one for the pot. Simmer. Glug of wine for the cook. Throw the crabs into the pot and heat them with steam. At last minute, throw in some tarragon, chopped oregano and parsley, then pour into our big candle heated dish (dish and its lid pre-heated in oven) and throw in some more parsley and oregano to garnish.
Serve with bread, butter and a towel draped down one’s front.
Still some sauce left? Throw the snook in and steam on hot plate for a bit.
Clean up after Mum!
Must go do more mowing before Bastard gets home. His Dad is taking him to some home improvement show or something at the Showgrounds. I just hope that they check this time that stuff is OK with me first before Bastard's Dad goes ahead and does whatever Bastard said 'yeah whatever' to.
Also, apparently I was whimpering in my sleep last night. I have not been told whether this woke Bastard up, or if he had not yet made it to bed. Am currently sleeping on three pillows, as this makes it easier to breathe, which makes it easier to sleep.
Ah yes: definitely a sinus infection. Went in to see my GP yesterday morning, and she asked the usual questions: how long, did it start with a cold, do your sinuses hurt? To the last question I had to answer no, being truthful, and she promptly poked them and made me squeak with teh hurty. I has antibiotics. Blood pressure a little higher than last time, at 93/60 and 67 BPM. Wandered past my parents' house after the appointment, dropped off some of the produce from my garden, picked some violets, and got taken to work.
The GP said I should have a couple of days off of work. But since I had a half day and it's about to be weekend, I feel OK about ignoring that advice.
Must remember to send my mother the "Gold, Frankincense and Purr" lolcat. It's is sitting on my tabs at home just waiting for Bastard to accidentally forget and close my browser and lose the tabs.
Also acquired significant blistering on both little toes (one has lost all the skin, the other hasn't shredded yet), and lost half a stone (a touch over 3kg - last night when I got home I was a touch under 8 stone (111.5 lb or 50.5kg), which explains why my dance pants were a little baggy yesterday on the plane). Routine went fabulously, I had many compliments, I pulled off ganchos (a tango-styling thing) in a lady play, and did I mention the compliments? I'm very happy, the teaching people who were there over the weekend (people I respect like whoa) complimented things like my balance and responsiveness to lead, the important stuff - and the former is something I've just not ever had much of, traditionally. My inner ears had to sensitise before they could desensitise to the spins. Everyone complimented the timing, and the routine itself. We put me and Baby Giant front and centre because the other two couples were more even in height and height difference (I'm the shortest of us all, and Baby Giant is the tallest and largest). Also, I'm the only redhead (well, at the moment I am) in a sea of dark blonde and medium to light brown hair (although I think one of the gentlemen is currently brunet).
Am thinking vaguely of never flying again. The plane back was delayed by an hour. Wasn't cancelled this time, though, which was good.
Still buzzing, although not as much as previous years, for which I blame the sinuses. There may or may not be video, but there will certainly be photos at some point. Including one of me pointing directly at the video camera next to the camera taking the photo (pose position involved pointing at the audience) :D
Right now, I fear shaving my legs for the dance demo on Friday (6pm, in the mall, come see me in ripped shortshorts :P )
I am also slowly coming down with the cold going through dancing at the moment. It's taken a week and a half or so to progress from zero to being able to feel the effects in my throat (no singing lesson on Friday for me). Minor, but annoying.
While we're at it, a hand from last night which was the catalyst for some Issues loudly coming to a head between two of my friends.( Cut for those who wish not to read the analysis )
I'm not happy about the situation, but I am happy with my staying outwardly calm through it - and having anger (with a spray of fear), instead of Rage or Fear reactions this time.
My new sim card ought to arrive soon, and I'm bidding on replacement phones.
Another plus thingy - I has Books, and there's two blankets and a quilt on the bed (with a third doubled over on my side) so I will be toasty warm when I get there.
G'night people, sleep well
Also: Plum season! More greengage! More mariposa! More wilsons! And six peaches (although sadly they didn't have the ones from Sammy, which are giant, greenish and underripe when I buy them, and the tastiest peaches EVAR. Even underripe). Heavy bag.
I like the dentist I got to see. She's a large, comfortable-looking, calm, friendly woman who explains everything.
The X-Rays were digital, which was very cool. They came up on the computer screen within a minute or so of their being taken.
Also, I feel today's Unshelved describes me quite well. I am being portrayed by the plumpish woman in the cow suit, obviously.
And it was all over fast enough that I was untraumatised enough to give a good accounting of myself at dance class on Thursday. Two hours afterwards. With eyepatch and tape over half my face. Balance uncompromised, just lower endurance, and blind on that side, so I ended up just dancing with both eyes shut for a lot of freestyle. Also sat out close to every second dance so that I could hydrate extensively since I appeared to need it.
Rehearsals for dancing stuff proceed apace. There shall be a demo in Rundle Mall on Friday at 6pm or thereabouts for anyone interested. Teacher One and Teacher Two are picking on little unimportant things during practice since we (me and Not-A-Redhead) have very little else that they can pick on.
I have a padding thingy taped over my numb left eye. It feels wierd 'cos the left eye keeps drifting just open and making my sight come over with a veil of dark closedness, which looks remarkably like the beginnings of the snowed-tv vision I get before I faint, but everything is still in colour, not black and white.
( Cut for details of appointment. Warning: contains needles, scalpel, and me freaking out a little )Good doctor pat him on the head.
Bastard had to go to training, so he dropped me off near home, and went. So here I am, eye slowly regaining feeling.
Feels good to be doing something.