State of the me
Sunday, November 12th, 2023 09:02 pmSo, fingers crossed, I seem to be doing good day- bad day with this cyst. Which is a relief, because after Friday I was resigned to 2015 levels of crippledom. But yesterday I actually got down to the cellar to put through a wash. And the good news today is that the laundromat has its hot water back so if I feel wobbly on those handrail-less stairs, I can always go there.
Today has been swollen-owie and only foam rollering my leg has kept me relatively mobile. But equally, though getting up from the couch is iffy now, it's iffy in quite another way from before ie it's not my knee that complains but the back of my leg. So maybe quad strengthening is having some effect after all.
Alas that in Tuesday's despair I bought booze to curb the pain and one bottle of same was Bailey's Irish Cream, which was the only thing that would ease the agony of inflamed teeth back when I had them. Granted I'm eating less and healthier than ohh a week ago, I doubt it's enough less to offset the delicious calories of Bailey's.
The new pocket pedometer arrived but it isn't up to the old one. When there's a 400 step difference between it and my phone in the phone's favour, something is definitely up. But it still counts steps when I move while the phone insists it must be in my trouser pocket to work, and nowhere else.
In amongst last week's wanhope I thought to start crocheting me a new neck warmer so fetched out the green yarn that matches my winter coat and plunged in. Crocheted the first row, turned and crocheted the second and then-- was left with a row of stitches on my hook and no way to crochet a third. Got my Joy of Crocheting book from the bedroom but it said I should have a strip of crocheting dangling from the hook and I didn't. Looked at YouTube videos and couldn't see what I was doing wrong. Gave up in despair. I still can't tell you what it is you do but the memory came back to my hands a few hours later-- you pul the wool through two loops not one, basically- so now I do a few rows a night. I can only do single stitch because that's what I was taught and it's my hands that do the remembering, so I can't do what I haven't learned. I can't follow written instructions, picture instructions, or video instructions. My grasp of spatial relationships is almost non-existent, which is why I have to be very careful when reaching for things or moving objects around, or otherwise I knock stuff over. At least I've mostly stopped walking into doorframes.
Today has been swollen-owie and only foam rollering my leg has kept me relatively mobile. But equally, though getting up from the couch is iffy now, it's iffy in quite another way from before ie it's not my knee that complains but the back of my leg. So maybe quad strengthening is having some effect after all.
Alas that in Tuesday's despair I bought booze to curb the pain and one bottle of same was Bailey's Irish Cream, which was the only thing that would ease the agony of inflamed teeth back when I had them. Granted I'm eating less and healthier than ohh a week ago, I doubt it's enough less to offset the delicious calories of Bailey's.
The new pocket pedometer arrived but it isn't up to the old one. When there's a 400 step difference between it and my phone in the phone's favour, something is definitely up. But it still counts steps when I move while the phone insists it must be in my trouser pocket to work, and nowhere else.
In amongst last week's wanhope I thought to start crocheting me a new neck warmer so fetched out the green yarn that matches my winter coat and plunged in. Crocheted the first row, turned and crocheted the second and then-- was left with a row of stitches on my hook and no way to crochet a third. Got my Joy of Crocheting book from the bedroom but it said I should have a strip of crocheting dangling from the hook and I didn't. Looked at YouTube videos and couldn't see what I was doing wrong. Gave up in despair. I still can't tell you what it is you do but the memory came back to my hands a few hours later-- you pul the wool through two loops not one, basically- so now I do a few rows a night. I can only do single stitch because that's what I was taught and it's my hands that do the remembering, so I can't do what I haven't learned. I can't follow written instructions, picture instructions, or video instructions. My grasp of spatial relationships is almost non-existent, which is why I have to be very careful when reaching for things or moving objects around, or otherwise I knock stuff over. At least I've mostly stopped walking into doorframes.
