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The operating word here is "snow"as in

I'm snowed in and snowed under.

Seattle had snow several days ago and then a little more snow. It has been below freezing since then so none of it has gone away.

I've been single-mindedly trying to meet LCC deadlines and have several imaginary plates spinning in the air marked PR 3, pocket program, printing, hotel rooms at Renaissance, new hotel rooms at Crowne Plaza, transport and room designations. And buying gifts for guests and committee. It's not onerous, mind. It's just a LOT. It's getting done. It would get done faster if I would take the advice I've gotten and simply IGNORE the really stupid emails. At least I've stopped apologizing for typos because my typing is really haphazard lately and sitting here fixing errors right now aint gonna happen. People understand - in both meanings.

I see the orthopedist tomorrow to discuss the shoulder surgery. While I'm there, i shall whine at him and ask him to make me feel better. Within the last week in large part due to the weather I've had just about every damn pain I could have until I just wanted to crawl under the bed and stay there. Especially fun are the times when the left hip is really hurting and then the stuff on my right side (see below*) kicks in. Both shoulders, a *badly swollen knee and sciatica which keeps going away and returning with a huge fucking trumpet voluntary. Any of you who've ever dealt with sciatic pain, jesus do you have my sympathies. Mine tends not to last though lately it has been; my masseuse thinks and boy do i think she's right, it's to do with the mis-alignment of my right hip pulling things out of whack. Which they are. Very out of whack.

i'd say I had cabin fever but i haven't relt good enough to care. Whine whine whine grumble whine.

my sister's Big Box of Holiday Presents arrived this week as did some clothes I ordered.

so that's where I've been. Now i'm headed back to bed where I will carefully try to get comfortable again and console myself with one of the best cures for this crap I can find. When all else fails to divert you, snuggle up in bed with some lovely soft gorillas and a Terry Pratchett book. It really is NOT possible for me to read Pratchett and not laugh. So I'm rereading THIEF OF TIME and giggling like mad.

Tee-hee. Ow. snort. Ouch. Snicker, ooch. Tee-hee, heh-heh, giggle. Ow. Giggle.....


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