So this is how my day went.
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosFirst up, I took a shower, threw on some clothes, and went to the family doctor for a check-up because of my eye, just in case I have high blood pressure and I just don't know it. I was fine, though, unless you're counting the depression, but now thanks to the doctor I have a month's worth of Lexapro to try out to see if it'll help. So, yay for that!
Then, because I hadn't shown my mom the Scary Halloween Eye, I went to where she works, walked into her office, and said, "Hey, look at this!" (I've been doing that a lot this week. Hey, if I have to see Scary Halloween Eye every time I look in the mirror, so does everyone I know.) At which point, my mother -- who as you all know was once permanently traumatized by the scar one-upping scene in Jaws and ever since then cannot let somebody else's injury go by without responding with a flash of whatever garish injury she currently has -- pulls up the sleeve on her right arm and shows me a pair of humongous bruises on both sides of her forearm.
Now, my mom is -- if I'm remembering correctly -- taking a prescription for her blood pressure that makes her bruise a lot, but they're usually not THIS big. So what really happened? Well, my parents went to a farm this weekend to get cornstalks to decorate the house, and they had to cut the stalks down to size themselves. So my dad opened up the back of the pickup truck, they laid out the stalks, and my mom tied them up with twine after my dad cut them down to size. When they were done and my dad turned to toss out the excess, Mom reached into the back of the pickup truck to retrieve the ball of twine, at which point my dad turned around and without checking to make sure she was clear proceeded to slam the pickup truck's door shut on her arm. HARD.
She told me she wasn't going to tell me about it if it wasn't broken. But she went to the ER and saw a doctor and -- oh, wait, I'm sorry, this is MY mother we're talking about. Her arm's still bruised and a little swollen and she can't lay it down on a flat surface because it hurts too much, but that's okay because she put a bunch of ice on it inside of going to the ER or the family doctor.
... yeah, I got nothin'.
Then at work, I just got sicker and sicker as the day progressed. I woke up this morning not swallowing all that well and thought, "Oh, great, I'm going to have a cold tomorrow." No, apparently I'm going to have a cold today AND tomorrow, and maybe a day or two after that as well.
And then I stopped at Borders on the way home, because I haven't been there in months and I was reminded about just how much I missed the place where the books live today.
Question - does it make me as pathetic as I think it does that rather than shop for a new book, I went to the science fiction and fantasy section, sat on the floor in the aisle, and stared at the spot on the shelf where my books would go when they get published for a good ten minutes or so, just because it made me feel better to picture them there?
Urgh, never mind, going to bed, 'cause I'm so tired and sore and stuffy I can barely move.
Then, because I hadn't shown my mom the Scary Halloween Eye, I went to where she works, walked into her office, and said, "Hey, look at this!" (I've been doing that a lot this week. Hey, if I have to see Scary Halloween Eye every time I look in the mirror, so does everyone I know.) At which point, my mother -- who as you all know was once permanently traumatized by the scar one-upping scene in Jaws and ever since then cannot let somebody else's injury go by without responding with a flash of whatever garish injury she currently has -- pulls up the sleeve on her right arm and shows me a pair of humongous bruises on both sides of her forearm.
Now, my mom is -- if I'm remembering correctly -- taking a prescription for her blood pressure that makes her bruise a lot, but they're usually not THIS big. So what really happened? Well, my parents went to a farm this weekend to get cornstalks to decorate the house, and they had to cut the stalks down to size themselves. So my dad opened up the back of the pickup truck, they laid out the stalks, and my mom tied them up with twine after my dad cut them down to size. When they were done and my dad turned to toss out the excess, Mom reached into the back of the pickup truck to retrieve the ball of twine, at which point my dad turned around and without checking to make sure she was clear proceeded to slam the pickup truck's door shut on her arm. HARD.
She told me she wasn't going to tell me about it if it wasn't broken. But she went to the ER and saw a doctor and -- oh, wait, I'm sorry, this is MY mother we're talking about. Her arm's still bruised and a little swollen and she can't lay it down on a flat surface because it hurts too much, but that's okay because she put a bunch of ice on it inside of going to the ER or the family doctor.
... yeah, I got nothin'.
Then at work, I just got sicker and sicker as the day progressed. I woke up this morning not swallowing all that well and thought, "Oh, great, I'm going to have a cold tomorrow." No, apparently I'm going to have a cold today AND tomorrow, and maybe a day or two after that as well.
And then I stopped at Borders on the way home, because I haven't been there in months and I was reminded about just how much I missed the place where the books live today.
Question - does it make me as pathetic as I think it does that rather than shop for a new book, I went to the science fiction and fantasy section, sat on the floor in the aisle, and stared at the spot on the shelf where my books would go when they get published for a good ten minutes or so, just because it made me feel better to picture them there?
Urgh, never mind, going to bed, 'cause I'm so tired and sore and stuffy I can barely move.
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Date: 2010-10-20 11:05 am (UTC)