Bruises

Seems to be some event over at the transition home across the street. Knew it was getting close to opening. Maybe this week. D looked over, and says, "Ah, they are having a prayer. Honestly, I'd have been surprized if they hadn't."



In this state, that is a safe assumption. There is a pose that comes with volunteer clergy surrounded by adults of varying devotion having to listen to a rambling, amateur oration. A sort of resigned attitude, head downward, hands clasped at groin level or arms tightly crossed. Unlike Catholics who interlace fingers, held near the waist, and stare at them, mumbling the set prayer at speed until it's over, like swallowing bitter medicine, followed by a terse amen.


Hopefully, we will see residents there soon.

Fell at work yesterday, sore and a bit bruised, no need for a trip to the ER. All alone, and not entirely sure what I hit, but I wound up in a rather ridiculous position, with a large bruise on one thigh, and the other calf in a spasm. Caught my breath, shook myself off, and brought the item I'd been there to get, to the OR where it was needed.

When I got home, I went to ice the bruise, only to find the other knee had a swollen spot. Not really painful, but tight and unhappy. Iced that as well. When it looked worse in the morning, I fired off an email to the manager, since accidents have to be reported within 24 hours for workman's comp. Today, I'm feeling that all over sore one gets falling hard on a hard floor. Not that I really think I'll need treatment, but one never knows.

My head keeps suggesting going out and digging. Every other cell in my body is vetoing the idea. A grey and looming sort of day, although the rain unlikely until tomorrow.