We've come a long, long way together, through the hard times and good.
This week I read The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks and cried. What a phenomenal story lies behind the most important scientific resource of the 20th century. There is so much pain and humor wrapped up in Rebecca Skloot's research that at times I was breathless. Everyone should read this. It's actually this month's book for my bookclub and I cannot wait to discuss it.
Yesterday and this morning, I read The Handmaid's Tale, which I've been meaning to read since, oh, middle school or something. This, too, is a fantastic book. When I figured out where it was set, my brain exploded a bit. And yet, somehow, I can see it. Pretty terrifying!
Also, this past week marked my first ever spinal adjustments with a chiropractor. Chiropractors are your friends, really, even when it feels like they're destroying your spine in order to get it back into order. I mucked my back up again last night with various perches and leanings while we were hanging out and playing Settlers of Catan at some friends' apartment, but I cannot tell you how good I felt yesterday morning. I could lie on my back almost comfortably. I haven't been able to lie on my back without pain since I was about 13. I'm making a conscious effort to monitor and correct my posture, especially my the angle of my neck, throughout the day. Do you know, I spend a lot of time staring at my fingers as they move across the keyboard even though I have absolutely no need to watch what I'm doing while I type? Somehow I got into the habit of hunching over and peering down at my hands. I have written the last five sentences entirely without looking, just to prove to myself that I could, and I've only had about, oh, six typos. Why did I start doing that? And also, wow, my neck feels weird help upright instead of leaning forward, these days. Argh.
Although I must say that I am bemused by my chiropractor's choice in pain relief methods. He sold me a menthol gel that is, I swear to everything holy, +15 MENTHOL GEL OF FREEZING. Possibly because my back and neck get relatively little exposure to weather and so on, I feel the effects of that stuff INCREDIBLY strongly. I have to crank up my space heater as high as it will go and get my bedroom to about 80 degrees before I put that stuff on, and then I fight off the occasional shiver. But it WORKS, whoa. It's pretty awesome, except for when I accidentally put on too much and it freezes and burns. Meep.
I am seeing some pretty eoefghjbesfq-esque things about episode 17 of Secret Garden and I cannot wait for the subs to be out. Given the tiny snatches of dangermousie's reaction I allowed myself to glimpse, I am going to bawl my eyes out. This show is such a delicious silly addiction. <3 But, really, drama writers, I want Director and Musician to be happy, they're so adorable and have such limited prospects for joy. Hook them up together or let them be in completely adorable dysfunctional threes with Seul-and-Oska (Musician!) and Ra Im-and-Joo Won (Director!). They'd be so squishyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. ("I should have beat him harder when I had the chance." Oh, Director!)
Hurry up, laundry, I need to go treat myself to caffeine brewed by someone else. Then, I'm heading to work, yes, work, on a Sunday, because the dean's birthday is tomorrow and we've decided to give him a heart attack as a present: the staff are going to dismantle and paint his office and then organize it, today. He's not going to be able to find a thing, not that he can now, but it's going to be pretty awesome. Must remember to pack a dust mask.
Yesterday and this morning, I read The Handmaid's Tale, which I've been meaning to read since, oh, middle school or something. This, too, is a fantastic book. When I figured out where it was set, my brain exploded a bit. And yet, somehow, I can see it. Pretty terrifying!
Also, this past week marked my first ever spinal adjustments with a chiropractor. Chiropractors are your friends, really, even when it feels like they're destroying your spine in order to get it back into order. I mucked my back up again last night with various perches and leanings while we were hanging out and playing Settlers of Catan at some friends' apartment, but I cannot tell you how good I felt yesterday morning. I could lie on my back almost comfortably. I haven't been able to lie on my back without pain since I was about 13. I'm making a conscious effort to monitor and correct my posture, especially my the angle of my neck, throughout the day. Do you know, I spend a lot of time staring at my fingers as they move across the keyboard even though I have absolutely no need to watch what I'm doing while I type? Somehow I got into the habit of hunching over and peering down at my hands. I have written the last five sentences entirely without looking, just to prove to myself that I could, and I've only had about, oh, six typos. Why did I start doing that? And also, wow, my neck feels weird help upright instead of leaning forward, these days. Argh.
Although I must say that I am bemused by my chiropractor's choice in pain relief methods. He sold me a menthol gel that is, I swear to everything holy, +15 MENTHOL GEL OF FREEZING. Possibly because my back and neck get relatively little exposure to weather and so on, I feel the effects of that stuff INCREDIBLY strongly. I have to crank up my space heater as high as it will go and get my bedroom to about 80 degrees before I put that stuff on, and then I fight off the occasional shiver. But it WORKS, whoa. It's pretty awesome, except for when I accidentally put on too much and it freezes and burns. Meep.
I am seeing some pretty eoefghjbesfq-esque things about episode 17 of Secret Garden and I cannot wait for the subs to be out. Given the tiny snatches of dangermousie's reaction I allowed myself to glimpse, I am going to bawl my eyes out. This show is such a delicious silly addiction. <3 But, really, drama writers, I want Director and Musician to be happy, they're so adorable and have such limited prospects for joy. Hook them up together or let them be in completely adorable dysfunctional threes with Seul-and-Oska (Musician!) and Ra Im-and-Joo Won (Director!). They'd be so squishyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. ("I should have beat him harder when I had the chance." Oh, Director!)
Hurry up, laundry, I need to go treat myself to caffeine brewed by someone else. Then, I'm heading to work, yes, work, on a Sunday, because the dean's birthday is tomorrow and we've decided to give him a heart attack as a present: the staff are going to dismantle and paint his office and then organize it, today. He's not going to be able to find a thing, not that he can now, but it's going to be pretty awesome. Must remember to pack a dust mask.