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I've been mostly without words for a week or so, very non-talky. Non-typey, too. Haven't left much feedback & feel moderately bad about that. But I need to remember a few things, so here goes with the boring.
Woke up Saturday morning 7:30ish (cat-related) and thought I'd gotten scratched on my left hand, middle finger, outside of the center knuckle. That catscratch itch/sting sorta feeling. Went to go sterilize it and discovered to my consternation that it was some sort of blood vessel malfunction. Bright blue pooling under the skin. Spent a while smooshing it and rapidly bending the finger and it didn't balloon up, so I went back to bed. When I got up again noonish it was mid-brown and bruise-like, still stinging but not swollen. Today there's hardly any color to it at all; it bypassed all the other bruise colors and just vanished. Weirdness.
Went back to the foot doctor, who is a freakin' genius, to get my orthotics adjusted. Now that I've adjusted to the initial configuration (three months of wearing my Z-Coil sneakers, except for one day when I *had* to wear my purple shoes), it was time to get the last discomforts tended to. Was rather mortified to see the catfur felt at the toe tips when we yanked the orthotics out of the shoes. Must remember to clean next time!
I was (still) having some pain under the balls of my feet, that round part just back from the big toe. She stuck padding onto the underside of the orthotics, got them back in my tennies, and I walked the hallway a few times before we found a configuration my feet liked. I'm sans orthotics for about two weeks and I MISS THEM ALREADY OMG. No distance walking until I get them back. But! I'm wearing my basic black flat Mary Janes for the first time in forever and am happy. MJs yaaaaay!
Finally went to the recycle facility (after about a decade of "Yeah, we should do that") to drop off old computer and electronics bits. Got about two cubic yards of plastic and metal out of the apartment, which, frighteningly, is only half of what we need to offload. But only so much will fit in the car.
I didn't really need the reinforcement, but the recycle place totally drove home how much of a consumer culture we are. Not just run-o-the-mill cans/bottles/cardboard (though people were dropping off entire *truckloads* in exchange for money) but hardback books, mattresses, and the aforementioned tech. I'm glad to see that folks are making an effort to recycle the stuff that *won't* get you money back, but DAMN. So. Much. Stuff. Gaaaah.
Woke up Saturday morning 7:30ish (cat-related) and thought I'd gotten scratched on my left hand, middle finger, outside of the center knuckle. That catscratch itch/sting sorta feeling. Went to go sterilize it and discovered to my consternation that it was some sort of blood vessel malfunction. Bright blue pooling under the skin. Spent a while smooshing it and rapidly bending the finger and it didn't balloon up, so I went back to bed. When I got up again noonish it was mid-brown and bruise-like, still stinging but not swollen. Today there's hardly any color to it at all; it bypassed all the other bruise colors and just vanished. Weirdness.
Went back to the foot doctor, who is a freakin' genius, to get my orthotics adjusted. Now that I've adjusted to the initial configuration (three months of wearing my Z-Coil sneakers, except for one day when I *had* to wear my purple shoes), it was time to get the last discomforts tended to. Was rather mortified to see the catfur felt at the toe tips when we yanked the orthotics out of the shoes. Must remember to clean next time!
I was (still) having some pain under the balls of my feet, that round part just back from the big toe. She stuck padding onto the underside of the orthotics, got them back in my tennies, and I walked the hallway a few times before we found a configuration my feet liked. I'm sans orthotics for about two weeks and I MISS THEM ALREADY OMG. No distance walking until I get them back. But! I'm wearing my basic black flat Mary Janes for the first time in forever and am happy. MJs yaaaaay!
Finally went to the recycle facility (after about a decade of "Yeah, we should do that") to drop off old computer and electronics bits. Got about two cubic yards of plastic and metal out of the apartment, which, frighteningly, is only half of what we need to offload. But only so much will fit in the car.
I didn't really need the reinforcement, but the recycle place totally drove home how much of a consumer culture we are. Not just run-o-the-mill cans/bottles/cardboard (though people were dropping off entire *truckloads* in exchange for money) but hardback books, mattresses, and the aforementioned tech. I'm glad to see that folks are making an effort to recycle the stuff that *won't* get you money back, but DAMN. So. Much. Stuff. Gaaaah.