enough memeage, how about an update?
Mar. 1st, 2006 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmegaeraSince I haven't updated this thing in far too long.
Lessee, shoulder is gradually (emphasis on gradually) getting better. I can lift my arm a lot higher than I could, say, a month ago. Or even a week ago. It still aches most of the time, but I'm told that's normal. Given that one of the two main reasons I had the surgery done was to get rid of the pain, the fact that they're not able to tell me yet when I might look forward to the ache not being normal is a bit disconcerting. Still, it's only been two months and one week since the surgery, and theoretically at least the whole recovery process is supposed to take four to five months. I *am* right on schedule, according to the surgeon.
And I can reach the shower nozzle now (g).
Work's been a zoo. Permanent hours are only 15 per week, but I work on call as well, and the last two weeks I've worked every day but Sunday. This week I'm working five days, but only because I put my foot down and said no, I can't work Thursday because I'm going to SewExpo (www.sewexpo.com). It's not really anyone's fault, unless you count one of my bosses going to Belize in spite of having strep throat at the time, and coming home to wind up in the hospital. He's been out three weeks, but is doing better. It's just that I don't think any of us realized just how much he functions as glue/buffer, and how unpleasant things could get without him. He thinks he's coming back on Friday, but that's contingent on what the doctor says.
We had our first spring day today (i.e. the first day it hit 60 degrees F. this year), and I have reticulata irises, snowdrops, and crocus blooming. Oh, and Christmas roses. No violets yet, and the drumstick primroses aren't drumming -- no stem, they're budding at ground level. Very weird.
Charley has been grumbling that I have no time for him (he's right, too), and my beta reader has been claiming that reading my work is like reading the Perils of Pauline, since I keep leaving her at cliffhangers and then not having any time to work on it for far too long. It's not intentional, really!
As soon as my boss gets back...
And since I'm typing this at work (where else, these days?) I guess I'd better get back to it.
Lessee, shoulder is gradually (emphasis on gradually) getting better. I can lift my arm a lot higher than I could, say, a month ago. Or even a week ago. It still aches most of the time, but I'm told that's normal. Given that one of the two main reasons I had the surgery done was to get rid of the pain, the fact that they're not able to tell me yet when I might look forward to the ache not being normal is a bit disconcerting. Still, it's only been two months and one week since the surgery, and theoretically at least the whole recovery process is supposed to take four to five months. I *am* right on schedule, according to the surgeon.
And I can reach the shower nozzle now (g).
Work's been a zoo. Permanent hours are only 15 per week, but I work on call as well, and the last two weeks I've worked every day but Sunday. This week I'm working five days, but only because I put my foot down and said no, I can't work Thursday because I'm going to SewExpo (www.sewexpo.com). It's not really anyone's fault, unless you count one of my bosses going to Belize in spite of having strep throat at the time, and coming home to wind up in the hospital. He's been out three weeks, but is doing better. It's just that I don't think any of us realized just how much he functions as glue/buffer, and how unpleasant things could get without him. He thinks he's coming back on Friday, but that's contingent on what the doctor says.
We had our first spring day today (i.e. the first day it hit 60 degrees F. this year), and I have reticulata irises, snowdrops, and crocus blooming. Oh, and Christmas roses. No violets yet, and the drumstick primroses aren't drumming -- no stem, they're budding at ground level. Very weird.
Charley has been grumbling that I have no time for him (he's right, too), and my beta reader has been claiming that reading my work is like reading the Perils of Pauline, since I keep leaving her at cliffhangers and then not having any time to work on it for far too long. It's not intentional, really!
As soon as my boss gets back...
And since I'm typing this at work (where else, these days?) I guess I'd better get back to it.
