Dr. A wrote a scrip for a thumb splint, which I was able to get fitted for in a gap between cases. It does feel better this evening. It looks fluid, but it is quite stiff, and protected my joint from the work of the day. Yes, I did get to pick the color.
Every year, she brings in really lovely grapefruit for each of the staff at Christmas, making no secret of her appreciation for our work. This year, it got delivered incorrectly, and non-staff helped themselves, instead of our office manager making sure everyone got one. I got missed, when she found out, she brought one in for me especially. She really didn't have to, no one's fault, but I am very grateful. I'll eat it whole tomorrow, with gusto.
I kept up, laughed, paid attention. A wave of weight and vague illness hit about 1600, only subsiding after I was home a while, eating D's lovely goulash stew, spicy and flavorful. I find myself full on very little food, then ravenous a few hours later, wondering why I didn't just have more at mealtime.
Too much sugar at work, mostly resistible, if only for the glut that induces revulsion in me. Only that I was so hungry did I indulge at all, really.
Air reportedly improved, but so foggy. The light on the way home, just at sunset, pinks and oranges on the grey, through the murk, stained rather than pretty. Ruined light, muddied horizon. Supposed to be clearer soon.
The House Inspector poking around the house on Wednesday, and we meet with him once he's done. Says we'll have 100-200 photos of his work. Should be interesting. D had to deal with more requirements, paperwork, today. It's been a rough week on both of us. This evening, Moby staying close, very nearly sat on D's lap, stood on it for a while, then curled between us, getting up, as we got up, came back several times.
Shared my old Thank You joke several times today, half heard by one, encouraged to pray the whole litany again.
Grassy Ass, mercy buckets, and donkey shines.
6 comments:
The thumb splint looks interesting!
When you work yourself too hard your life patterns get disrupted.
Families don't always help.
Hey, you be stylin, girl!
gz,
As you well know. But respite does come.
Dale,
Yeah, baby! They had neon pink, no way. And bright blue that looks too much like so much stuff in the OR, not happening. Nor was I going for beige or white. I have a soft spot for purple.
The house stuff all sounds very exciting!
The purple suits you, colorful with a touch of flamboyance but classy all the same.
Moby's sensing the vibes of change, cats and kids sense it before they know it.
Thanks for letting me share a bit of your life. Drilling down through and finally getting to know the real you.
Isabelle,
We are feeling very good about it all, despite everything.
YOS,
Oh, Moby knows about what boxes in the apartment means. He purred when we brought them in today. I think he wants a bigger place to run as well. We've told him, of course. Promises have been made.
He's moved with us four times, plus two to and from the shelter, from wherever he was a kitten to the guy who owned him first. There could be more, but cat's don't count that way.
Thank you for stopping by, younger elder brother, means a lot to me.
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