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Feb. 10th, 2016 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMy physical therapist wants me to start wearing the compression pad 24/7, except for showering and such. The difficulty is that I do want to wash it occasionally and that it needs to air dry. That doesn’t take too long since I can only wipe the dratted thing down rather than truly washing it, but it still takes some time, more time than it takes me to shower. The therapist says I may need it for two or three months which is not great news since I don’t really feel able to go out while wearing it given that I have to keep, er, rearranging myself every five minutes or so. Hopefully, Scott’s family will be understanding when we get together in a week and a half (for Scott’s birthday and our nephew’s birthday), and hopefully, they won’t decide to do it in a restaurant instead of at Scott’s parents’ place or Scott’s sister’s place.
This week’s PT involved some sort of laser device. I don’t actually understand how it worked, and the therapist didn’t explain beyond that it does. The thing looked a little like an ultrasound head but flat on one side. The therapist pressed the flat side to me then pressed a button to start it. She held it in place until it turned itself off and then moved it to another spot and repeated the process.
I slept a long time this morning, but I didn’t sleep very soundly. I spent a lot of the night in that weird halfway state of being aware of my body while still having absurd things going through my head. Those dreams are always either text (going through infinite lists that keep rearranging themselves) or verbal without images. Sometimes I have the idea that there’s something physical that I need to do (or not do), often a series of things in a particular order, but of course, I can’t move. I don’t panic, fortunately, I just keep running over and over the ever changing sequence of strange things I’m supposed to do the moment I can.
Scott thawed some chicken in the fridge, and it leaked heavily. He thought that putting the package in a plastic grocery bag would prevent that, but (no surprise) it didn’t. So he ended up spending about forty five minutes last night pulling things out of the fridge and washing them. Judging by what he was muttering, he broke either the crisper drawer or the meat/cheese drawer.
We finally got our copy of the new Bujold book yesterday. I haven’t opened it yet. I want to finish the library book that can’t be renewed first. It’s an interlibrary loan book, so getting it back again isn’t as simple as putting a hold on it. Well, from my point of view, it kind of is, but I know that ILL is relatively costly and requires work from a number of people who are not me.
Speaking of the library, something odd is going on with the online catalog. Either they’ve completely stopped adding/cataloging new materials in the last five days or they haven’t actually made the new records public in that time. Usually, they do the previous day’s new materials every week day morning. It’s not at all a big deal. Mainly, for me, it just means that I’ll have a big wodge of entries for new materials to browse all at once instead of smaller batches over several days. I prefer the latter, but I have time to deal with the former.
This week’s PT involved some sort of laser device. I don’t actually understand how it worked, and the therapist didn’t explain beyond that it does. The thing looked a little like an ultrasound head but flat on one side. The therapist pressed the flat side to me then pressed a button to start it. She held it in place until it turned itself off and then moved it to another spot and repeated the process.
I slept a long time this morning, but I didn’t sleep very soundly. I spent a lot of the night in that weird halfway state of being aware of my body while still having absurd things going through my head. Those dreams are always either text (going through infinite lists that keep rearranging themselves) or verbal without images. Sometimes I have the idea that there’s something physical that I need to do (or not do), often a series of things in a particular order, but of course, I can’t move. I don’t panic, fortunately, I just keep running over and over the ever changing sequence of strange things I’m supposed to do the moment I can.
Scott thawed some chicken in the fridge, and it leaked heavily. He thought that putting the package in a plastic grocery bag would prevent that, but (no surprise) it didn’t. So he ended up spending about forty five minutes last night pulling things out of the fridge and washing them. Judging by what he was muttering, he broke either the crisper drawer or the meat/cheese drawer.
We finally got our copy of the new Bujold book yesterday. I haven’t opened it yet. I want to finish the library book that can’t be renewed first. It’s an interlibrary loan book, so getting it back again isn’t as simple as putting a hold on it. Well, from my point of view, it kind of is, but I know that ILL is relatively costly and requires work from a number of people who are not me.
Speaking of the library, something odd is going on with the online catalog. Either they’ve completely stopped adding/cataloging new materials in the last five days or they haven’t actually made the new records public in that time. Usually, they do the previous day’s new materials every week day morning. It’s not at all a big deal. Mainly, for me, it just means that I’ll have a big wodge of entries for new materials to browse all at once instead of smaller batches over several days. I prefer the latter, but I have time to deal with the former.
