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Two rather disturbing (in very different ways) things--

First, some time in the last two days, I managed to bang my foot or to drop something on it with sufficient force to turn my fourth toe partly purple. I have a vague memory of it, but I can't remember what happened or when. Just that it didn't feel like much and that I was busy, so I decided against icing it in favor of whatever I was doing at the time. It hurts now, just not as much as I'd expect given how it looks, but it didn't hurt enough for me to notice it until last night when I was trimming my toenails.

I don't want it to hurt, but I'm disturbed by the fact that it doesn't. That's not how my body usually works. Of course, I was hugely stressed out yesterday, and that sometimes creates enough physical noise to drown out minor things. I've had bruises turn up before that I couldn't remember getting.

The other disturbing thing is a bit of dissonance between children's TV conventions and the way plots would go in something I'd read or watch by choice. That is, Delia's watching Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. They had a sequence with people dressed in animal costumes and at a school that was building their self-esteem and encouraging them to accept how they were different from other members of their species. I got a creepy vibe from it and kept expecting the guy running the class to reveal his Evil Plan to conquer the world or enslave his students or something. It didn't happen, of course. Not on Mister Rogers. But still...

Getting one's genre conventions confused produces weird readings of any text.

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(I attempted to do a brief write up of my week so far. It ended up not so short. I'll be posting it in parts-- at least three-- this afternoon and cut tagged to save those who don't wish to be bored by mundane details. I'm not sure how I ended up with quite so much to say.)

I survived the MRI. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't the most painful thing I've ever done, either.

( The first part of Monday )

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( After the MRI )

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Yesterday, we had a playdate with my sister-in-law and her kids. It was originally going to be a trip to a local park that has a lake with swimming and a bit of a waterpark (I've not been there before, so I'm not sure how elaborate it is). We were going to be going along with some sort of group from their church. The trip got canceled due to thunderstorms, and I must admit that I was relieved. I don't enjoy parks much.

( My Herb Garden )

( The Pre-School Meeting )

( Anxiety Issues )

We don't have plans for any playdates today. Last night, I asked a couple of the pre-school mothers who've taken Delia for playdates this summer, but both families were busy (the third I'd been hoping to ask wasn't there). I kind of fail at this reciprocity thing. The summer's nearly gone, and Delia has camp every afternoon next week, so there will be no playdates then. The week after that, pre-school starts.