Bits and pieces
So I have not been in LJ for a while... Some have thought that it means things are better in my end, and I am glad to say that partially that is true. Like I had a sick-leave induced rest and avoided a terrific day in traffic when the whole public transport system was in a strike. And I got to sleep as much as I wished for almost a week which was good.
The not bit good part was that at the same time with my case of chest cold (am still coughing on and off during the day), more precisely on the 5th of March, OurLady fell so badly in our ice-covered streets that she broke her right humerus and had to have a surgery on it. 2 days of waiting in the surgery queue, 2 screws and a plate and several pins later she was released last week on Wednesday since she a) felt that she could leave, b) she really wanted to sleep without the suicidally moaning woman on her room who also snored like a badly maintained steam engine, and c) she wanted to escape the spreading flu in the hospital. So far, she has been doing ok at home, her arm works, although it is unable to lift heavier things but she is doing her exercises, the wound is healing ok and she can paint already.
And since I had a cold, I was not expected to visit her in the hospital which is good as well. ;P
I also have been packing more Soviet era books to be shipped out of my house. 11 boxes and counting. It is horrendous. If I ever get around to deliver them, I would be so glad.
If the cleaning will reveal my scale, I would be very happy indeed. The thing has been hiding for months now under some piles and I would really like to know if the illness and my new med have reduced some of my weight or not. Then again, I have been taking long naps each time when I come home from the morning shifts and that does not help to reduce anything like moving would... gah.
Perhaps when my Amazon purchases arrive (yes, more books... and a boxed set of TV series), I am more inclined to stay awake and read and mend stuff that needs mending (one green blouse and a pair of dark chocolate brown jeans come to mind immediately) than snooze my time away.
Or perhaps it is a reaction to avoid Russian TV that I hear day in, day out. Or the fact that my Bossette came in one day and told that she is retiring on the 1st of June only to say the next day that she might not do that after all.
Or some such thing. When I see my British Shorthair again, I hope to remember to ask.
Also, I wish I had paid more attention how the demonic possession in SPN worked because I have this yellow-eyed, blue-scarfed x-over plot-bunny looking at me and deducing the hell out of me... *headdesk*
And how is everybody else?
The not bit good part was that at the same time with my case of chest cold (am still coughing on and off during the day), more precisely on the 5th of March, OurLady fell so badly in our ice-covered streets that she broke her right humerus and had to have a surgery on it. 2 days of waiting in the surgery queue, 2 screws and a plate and several pins later she was released last week on Wednesday since she a) felt that she could leave, b) she really wanted to sleep without the suicidally moaning woman on her room who also snored like a badly maintained steam engine, and c) she wanted to escape the spreading flu in the hospital. So far, she has been doing ok at home, her arm works, although it is unable to lift heavier things but she is doing her exercises, the wound is healing ok and she can paint already.
And since I had a cold, I was not expected to visit her in the hospital which is good as well. ;P
I also have been packing more Soviet era books to be shipped out of my house. 11 boxes and counting. It is horrendous. If I ever get around to deliver them, I would be so glad.
If the cleaning will reveal my scale, I would be very happy indeed. The thing has been hiding for months now under some piles and I would really like to know if the illness and my new med have reduced some of my weight or not. Then again, I have been taking long naps each time when I come home from the morning shifts and that does not help to reduce anything like moving would... gah.
Perhaps when my Amazon purchases arrive (yes, more books... and a boxed set of TV series), I am more inclined to stay awake and read and mend stuff that needs mending (one green blouse and a pair of dark chocolate brown jeans come to mind immediately) than snooze my time away.
Or perhaps it is a reaction to avoid Russian TV that I hear day in, day out. Or the fact that my Bossette came in one day and told that she is retiring on the 1st of June only to say the next day that she might not do that after all.
Or some such thing. When I see my British Shorthair again, I hope to remember to ask.
Also, I wish I had paid more attention how the demonic possession in SPN worked because I have this yellow-eyed, blue-scarfed x-over plot-bunny looking at me and deducing the hell out of me... *headdesk*
And how is everybody else?