catalog of injury
Been doing inventory on my wounds as the bruises surface and the pains sort themselves apart from muscle pain.
So I sprained my right toe, both ankles, both knees, and my right hand, the latter only slightly. Frankly the hand might be carpal tunnel acting up. There just aren't very many positions that are comfy for my legs. The left side had impressive swelling since the day, the right side only a little puffy today as the bruises "leak" out. Yesterday I moved wrong, though, and wrenched the left ankle again and it's even more nervous now, LOL
Then my neck, yeah, I feel like maybe I tried to pick up the bike with brute strength and because of the shock and adrenaline, yanked way too much. I didn't do it very long and there was someone by to right the bike with me, but I did a fair bit of pushing with getting it into the parking lot, putting it in the yard with the tow operator's help. Anyway, I guess my heightened state after the accident meant I was overdoing it? Or whiplash involves the biceps and triceps too? It's like that time I worked a 12 hour day tearing down 4 storey scaffolding on a crew of three with the carpenter's union and I was the greenhorn being bullied with the hardest work the rest of the crew can force. So everyone works that day at 2x normal speed to test the greenhorn. Well I made it through the day but the next I was crippled and stayed crippled nearly a week. That's how this feels, I guess.
Dan's still being pretty gentle with me. If he was like this normally instead of only in extraordinary circumstances, we'd have a friendly marriage I think. I wasn't very nice this morning though so there's some component of me that I can affect. But maybe that sourness is just a fleeting thing caused by the lack of food and caffiene. Maybe I would be sweet most of the time. It's been so long since I had any external references I'm really not able to do my own self assessments anymore. But then the externals were noting but negative and often aggressively so.
I trhink society's changed is what's going on. I think people have been influenced into divisiveness and xenophobia to the degree that they're separating up their own communities into cliques. I never did well in a clique system. In fact, did you know that the "druggy clique" was actually mostly outcast people using drugs in order to acquire enough cool factor to join a clique, even though it was strictly their own? You didn't pester the kids with pot the way you did the kids with calculators. so many a genius traded his calculator for joints and joined the smoking section.
I thought that was a damn shame, and I still do, even though I did it too.
So another fairly boring day today but maybe my arms will let me paint. I can't get the printer to work for anything anymore. That's sad. So when I finish this box, it'll be the last one indefinitely. We can't even afford groceries and I spent my set aside cash for little bits of food on the tow truck. So well, shit. Damn. Shitty week all around I guess, but I don't feel shitty all the time. I put happy music on and sing along, distract myself and so on. I really do try to get out of my funks as quickly as I can. I just get to where my mind won't let go till it's expressed. That's part of the point of this blog, a place to whine, complain, ponder, and extort without someone getting annoyed at me.
So I sprained my right toe, both ankles, both knees, and my right hand, the latter only slightly. Frankly the hand might be carpal tunnel acting up. There just aren't very many positions that are comfy for my legs. The left side had impressive swelling since the day, the right side only a little puffy today as the bruises "leak" out. Yesterday I moved wrong, though, and wrenched the left ankle again and it's even more nervous now, LOL
Then my neck, yeah, I feel like maybe I tried to pick up the bike with brute strength and because of the shock and adrenaline, yanked way too much. I didn't do it very long and there was someone by to right the bike with me, but I did a fair bit of pushing with getting it into the parking lot, putting it in the yard with the tow operator's help. Anyway, I guess my heightened state after the accident meant I was overdoing it? Or whiplash involves the biceps and triceps too? It's like that time I worked a 12 hour day tearing down 4 storey scaffolding on a crew of three with the carpenter's union and I was the greenhorn being bullied with the hardest work the rest of the crew can force. So everyone works that day at 2x normal speed to test the greenhorn. Well I made it through the day but the next I was crippled and stayed crippled nearly a week. That's how this feels, I guess.
Dan's still being pretty gentle with me. If he was like this normally instead of only in extraordinary circumstances, we'd have a friendly marriage I think. I wasn't very nice this morning though so there's some component of me that I can affect. But maybe that sourness is just a fleeting thing caused by the lack of food and caffiene. Maybe I would be sweet most of the time. It's been so long since I had any external references I'm really not able to do my own self assessments anymore. But then the externals were noting but negative and often aggressively so.
I trhink society's changed is what's going on. I think people have been influenced into divisiveness and xenophobia to the degree that they're separating up their own communities into cliques. I never did well in a clique system. In fact, did you know that the "druggy clique" was actually mostly outcast people using drugs in order to acquire enough cool factor to join a clique, even though it was strictly their own? You didn't pester the kids with pot the way you did the kids with calculators. so many a genius traded his calculator for joints and joined the smoking section.
I thought that was a damn shame, and I still do, even though I did it too.
So another fairly boring day today but maybe my arms will let me paint. I can't get the printer to work for anything anymore. That's sad. So when I finish this box, it'll be the last one indefinitely. We can't even afford groceries and I spent my set aside cash for little bits of food on the tow truck. So well, shit. Damn. Shitty week all around I guess, but I don't feel shitty all the time. I put happy music on and sing along, distract myself and so on. I really do try to get out of my funks as quickly as I can. I just get to where my mind won't let go till it's expressed. That's part of the point of this blog, a place to whine, complain, ponder, and extort without someone getting annoyed at me.