Open Necessity, Insert Foot

So after two solid days of necessary work, my foot is telling me today is a good day to let it heal some more.

I think I’ll listen to it.

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For Me That Clock Stopped Yesterday

Did you know that when you injure yourself, a little countdown starts toward the inevitable time that a family member forgets about said injury and then accidentally inflicts a shocking amount of pain on you?

So I’m Obviously Feeling A Bit Better

And just what do you think you’re doing?  You know I’m still not feeling one hundred percent, and you picked now to start trying to tussle with me?!  It shall avail you naught, varlet!

– My response to my son attempting to pounce me in my chair right before the tickling match started.  (Full disclosure:  The above quote wasn’t exact at first, but captured the spirit of my initial reaction, so I lured him into a quick rematch so I could say those exact words.  The things I’ll do in the name of accuracy . . .)

I’ll Let You Know If Anything Changes

Despite yesterday’s post, I am genuinely okay.  I’m not quite sure what I did to myself (a pulled muscle is the most likely culprit), but it was . . . an experience to be sure, an experience I could definitely do without repeating.  It was a profoundly unpleasant 24 hours or so, but I seem to have made it through unscathed.

Apparently I Thought I Was Dealing With Schrödinger’s Freezer

As further proof of my “almost, but not quite there” recovery state, last night I wandered into the kitchen in search of the ice cream that I hoped had been picked up earlier that day; unfortunately, that hope was in vain, so I wandered out again.

Then a bit later I wandered back in and checked the freezer again.

It wasn’t until the third time I did this that I realized that on some level I was evidently hoping that if I opened and closed the freezer enough times, eventually I’d reach the parallel universe where ice cream had actually been bought . . .

And I Still Look More Like An Old-Timey Prospector Than I Like

So I’m more or less recovered from what took me down last week, I’m just not sure if I should put the emphasis on the “more” or the “less” though.  Case in point:

On one hand, though I remain disinclined to so, I am quite capable of heading out for needed provisioning runs again, so that’s a mark in the “more” column.  On the other hand, my personal definition of “needed” is pretty sharply limited right now . . .

I’m Recovering As Fast As I Can, I Promise!

Since the aforementioned “it” is still piled high, and I, though better, fell asleep again at one point for far longer than I could afford, I’m keeping this brief today.  (Mental note:  Tell the silver rings story as soon as I have more time.  Remember to mentioned that here to increase the chances of somebody reminding me to tell the silver rings story in case I forget.)

Son, while I appreciate your optimism and admit that it is endearing, getting a big smile on your face every time you see me out of bed and announcing, “You’re no longer sick anymore!” is actually making me feel a little worse.

Some Of It In LITERAL Piles

Okay . . . finally starting to feel clearheaded again.  I’m glad whatever I had was fairly mild, just a few days of being draggy and feeling foggy, nothing worse.  Right then, time to get back to it.

I can’t help but notice that an awful lot of “it” has piled up while I was sick though . . .