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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'm sorry for my contribution to your stress by not following up with you sooner about giving you a ride. It wasn't my intention to telegraph my stress to you by lack of communication.

About your toe...if you need a ride to the doctor either today or tomorrow, we are just doing errands this afternoon (shoe shopping, mostly...m needs sneakers), and we can hold off the CTH trip if that is needed.

To be honest, the uncertainty about transportation was a small thing. It was a stress, but it was something I had a plan for dealing with.

I don't think the toe is bad enough to warrant a trip to the doctor. It doesn't hurt when I walk or anything. Thanks for the offer. If you end up on our side of town at all, Delia would love company, and I might beg a little grocery shopping (non-critical, just convenient) help.

No need to delay the CTH trip. I think Delia will need it badly by then and that I'll need it because she needs it.

~I've had bruises turn up before that I couldn't remember getting.~
If that's something you've just started noticing, and/or after you get hurt, you're noticing bruising that's worse than it should be, it's probably a good idea to have a complete blood count (CBC) done.
It might be absolutely nothing, but it's always better to err on the side of caution.

It's not recent. I've noticed it all of my adult life (I'm forty now). They usually correlate with certain activities-- things like carrying too much on the bus or trying to maneuver a book truck in tight stacks.

My last CBC was in April. We do a full spectrum set of standard blood tests every six months to a year, depending on my meds and current symptoms.

The thing with my toe is more of shock because my toes usually hurt a lot when banged and then don't bruise. This time, it went the other way around.

I'm glad to hear that it's nothing recent and that you have regular CBCs done.
The leukemia makes me a tad paranoid about people having any type of unusual bruising.

I appreciate the concern. It's definitely something worth bringing up because it's not something that people always think about when it's happening.

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My reaction to the Teletubbies comes from combining one person's comment that the sets look a bit like those from The Prisoner with Scott's reacting to the phrase 'over the hills and far away' by expecting to see Sharpe and his men marching through and shooting at the Teletubbies. It's kind of brain-breaking.

I think that, viewing the Mister Rogers episode with only a fraction of my attention, my brain registered the production quality and said, "1970s BBC distopia."