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Mission accomplished!
In spite of a bazillion distractions this weekend (three dogs adopted the past week; picking up much-needed supplies from 15-miles-away Fairbanks; a trip to the emergency room after falling in my gravel yard while walking IzzyBee and turning my left hand into hamburger) I did indeed finish my goal this weekend: three Kismet pages, colored and done. Yes!! I'm now caught up with Kismet through the end of Orion's visit and I can goof off for the next couple nights if I want to. I might be able to finish watching a movie, even. I rented Time Bandits and watched half of it last night while eating supper, before getting hit with a guilt attack and going off to do Useful Things. Time Bandits is not the weirdest movie I've ever seen, but it is certainly in the running. John Cleese and Sean Connery in a movie about time-traveling dwarves ... 'nuff said.
My hand hurts when I try to do anything with it (e.g. driving ... wish I had an automatic transmission) but I can type normally, which -- since I type for a living and have to go to work tomorrow -- is a Good Thing. I have got to be careful in that yard; I've wiped out twice in the past couple of weeks, with painful consequences each time. The trouble is ... this sounds stupid, but I don't know how to fall down. I have a bone disease (fibrous displaysia) that kept me from being able to run for most of my life, and now that I actually CAN run (carefully, and with some pain) I don't seem to know the moves to keep myself from falling flat, and then getting hurt when I do because I don't know how to catch myself. I broke my leg twice as a kid ... every time I tried to run, basically. Now that I'm older, I seem to be able to absorb the damage as far as my bones go (fragile bones, that's the basic problem) but I don't have the presence of mind to catch myself with a part of my body that isn't prone to road-rash. A perfectly good leather Harley jacket to break my fall and instead I land on my unprotected hands!
Ouchity.
I wiped out so hard this time that I almost knocked myself out. Lost my eyesight (kinda scary), had to lay down flat for a few minutes until I could stagger back to the house. IzzyBee was a trouper throughout -- she was quite worried about me, and didn't either run off or try to eat my fallen corpse. Good dog! I probably didn't HAVE to go to the emergency room, but it *is* my hand, after all. Only got two of them. Don't want to lose either one.
Having to drive 15 miles to the ER is definitely a deterrent, however. Hopefully I never have a real emergency, at least one involving my driving limbs.
My hand hurts when I try to do anything with it (e.g. driving ... wish I had an automatic transmission) but I can type normally, which -- since I type for a living and have to go to work tomorrow -- is a Good Thing. I have got to be careful in that yard; I've wiped out twice in the past couple of weeks, with painful consequences each time. The trouble is ... this sounds stupid, but I don't know how to fall down. I have a bone disease (fibrous displaysia) that kept me from being able to run for most of my life, and now that I actually CAN run (carefully, and with some pain) I don't seem to know the moves to keep myself from falling flat, and then getting hurt when I do because I don't know how to catch myself. I broke my leg twice as a kid ... every time I tried to run, basically. Now that I'm older, I seem to be able to absorb the damage as far as my bones go (fragile bones, that's the basic problem) but I don't have the presence of mind to catch myself with a part of my body that isn't prone to road-rash. A perfectly good leather Harley jacket to break my fall and instead I land on my unprotected hands!
Ouchity.
I wiped out so hard this time that I almost knocked myself out. Lost my eyesight (kinda scary), had to lay down flat for a few minutes until I could stagger back to the house. IzzyBee was a trouper throughout -- she was quite worried about me, and didn't either run off or try to eat my fallen corpse. Good dog! I probably didn't HAVE to go to the emergency room, but it *is* my hand, after all. Only got two of them. Don't want to lose either one.
Having to drive 15 miles to the ER is definitely a deterrent, however. Hopefully I never have a real emergency, at least one involving my driving limbs.
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Honestly, if you want an ass-kicking, call me and I'll do it for you. But for Pete's sake, until IzzyBee can dial 911 with her nose, try and stay in one piece while you're there all alone. Ok?
(Oh, and congrats on finishing those pages despite wrecking your hands! You are seriously hard core.)
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And my hand does seem to be healing okay. I've discovered that with all the skin stripped off my palm, I have a really good excuse to not do dishes. ;)
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Ok, if you're going to be careful I'll ease up on the mom-lecturing. :p
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