Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"To be or not to be is not a question of compromise. Either you be or you don't be." -- Golda Meir

( Golda Meir, on existence )

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Possibly forgotten by now, a while back (uh, a month? I'd have to read back in my own journal to check) I managed to make a very deep hole in my hand. Fearing the sorts of badness that can arise from such a wound, I paid careful attention to watching for signs of infection. So of course, now that it's been completely closed for a couple of weeks already and acting like it's almost done healing except for deciding which parts to turn into a temporary scar and which parts to go the rest of the way on immediately (my body is kinda funny about scars), now it somehow gets infected. Sheesh. A tingling sensation that at first had me wondering whether there was nerve damage or something, until I noticed that one patch of my hand is pink where it should be closer to beige. Not much to do about it, methinks, except try to keep my immune system feisty and watch it for signs of spreading or worsening. I doubt soaking it in hot salt water like I did when the wound was fresh will do any good, since the skin has already healed over.

It doesn't seem especially bad -- pink, not red, and the tingling isn't all that fierce, just a little distracting -- but I'm finding the timing rather ironic.

Yesterday was one of those "I can't brain today, I have teh dumb" days. But I didn't recogize the signs until I was already out trying to do various errands. I did manage most, though I still need groceries (by the time I got to that part of my list, I did know I was too exhausted to make any more stops), and I have to drag myself back out again in a little while to pick up the prescriptions I dropped off yesterday.

For the first time in [mumble] years, and despite having trained myself in a habit to prevent it, I locked my keys in the car yesterday. The police officer I found said he had no slim-jim and pointed me to mall security. Mall security pointed me to a gas station. The gas station pointed me to another gas station a mile away. I decided to try my luck with a coat hanger despite never having managed that trick before. Then I remembered that there's a hole in the passenger door from where a thief broke into this vehicle many years ago at a Darkover (and stole musical instruments and cameras), which is why I can't use the key in the lock on that door. So I fumbled around poking a stiff wire through the old hole, and did get the door open. *whew*

Fell asleep in the middle of watching television last night (partway through Eleventh Hour, IIRC), and woke tangled up in my sheets a few times, with the phlegm-moster trying to choke me. Having trouble getting started today. Maybe I can manage another brief nap in between hitting the pharmacy and going out to the party tonight. Gonna need to take more pain meds -- my arms are killing me even when I'm not trying to pick something up.

My hearing is still a bit sensitive, but much closer to normal now than it has been all week. Regular car traffic going by is merely annoying, not painful. Thank goodness.

( Brief disjointed snippets about infection, progress, sleep, and snot )

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