at least now I won't have to Macarena . . .
It's been an interesting summer.
I pinched a nerve in my arm, exposed myself to toxic chemicals, had the roots of my teeth 'planed' and last night . . .
I broke my toe.
Well, today I have decided it isn't actually broken, merely horribly abused by can I say "Owwwww"?
And may I say it was a gloriously stupid manuever that ended up crushing up my poor toe too.
I was digging around my apartment about a month ago and found a pair of pants that I hadn't remembered buying last summer. They are some kind of knit cropped pant, and are actually a little big for me (yay), but they come down somewhere below mid-calf and above ankle (depending on if I need to pull them up) and they are very loose and have a bit of spandex in the fabric so they don't cling too much but have some structure. Cool to wear, but not something I feel overly exposed in. So I've been wearing them. Alot. (And washing them so I can wear them again). All is well and good with them except (a) they are considerably wider in the leg than my usual pants and (b) the spandex makes them stretchy.
So, I was walking across my kitchen floor last night in my stocking feet (still fighting the ants and I broke a glass last month and got tired of finding the shards with my feet) when I took a step and my toe got caught in my other pants leg.
Yes, I was wearing the pants at the time.
Yes, the pants stretched, and in the close confines of the kitchen I couldn't get my foot out. I ended up coming down hard on that foot, particularly the big toe.
Unfortunately I came down hard on the top of the big toe, as in the exactly the opposite of the side that usually comes down on the floor. Ow.
It hurt like heck at the time and by the time I went to bed it hurt like hell. But not all the time, just when I have to move it. So I took a tylenol and elevated it when I went to bed. (It was noticeably puffy and bruised by this point.)
Talked to S this morning. She agrees it probably isn't broken, just wrenched, sprained, and generally pissed off, and she recommended heat, ice and ibuprofen. And massaging it. Toe disagreed with the last vehemently last night but seems more agreeable today. I was even able to get a shoe on and hobble to the bus this morning. Luckily Boss is out of town because I sat and did computer work all day and walked around the lab without my shoes on when I had to (which is a safety no no, but then so is crawling on the lab floor and I didn't want it swelling up from too much use).
If I don't move it, it's not so bad, but unfortunately I was going to shop for dress shoes this weekend for Blueraccoon's wedding. Hey Blueraccoon, remember the joke about me wearing fuzzy slippers and hoping no one would notice? Ha ha. Never fear, I wouldn't wear fuzzy slippers, but I may get stuck wearing my black ballet-style slippers if Toe is slow to mend. At least to the reception. On the plus side, I now can plead injury instead of arguing with people that 'no, I really can't dance and I don't want to tackle the bridesmaids for a bouquet, thank you very much.' All in all, I'm not bad off, it's more the stupidity of the whole thing that annoys me. At least I didn't smack my face into the refrigerator. That would have been hard to explain to Dr. G.
Speaking of Dr. G, he probably thinks I'm a moron. I had an appointment last Wednesday for what the hygienist called a dental scaling, which I thought was in preparation for my periodontal treatments which were to include a 'root planing'. The root planing was described as 'cleaning out under the gum line'. Fun fun. I have chronic gum infections, but I've been good and the hygienist says it's looking better. The next day, the receptionist called and asked how I was. I was fine and asked if there should have been a problem because while it took a while and the novocaine was severe, the only complication seemed to be that half my mouth was numb for almost 6 hours and I got hungry waiting for the nerve function to return.
So yesterday I go back to get the rest of the work done and Dr. G and I are talking about what there is left to do, and Dr. G says I will go to the periodontist to have some root exposed (on the tooth they have to cap) and to have the wisdom teeth removed (joy). I ask 'well when are we doing that root planing procedure?' He says 'um, that's why I just shot you full of novocaine.'
Oh.
So the 'scaling' was the root planing thing.
Somehow I thought it would hurt more and had just assumed this was some sort of pre-root planing thing because it was in preparation for the periodontist. That explains why they were asking about complications.
As for the left side getting done, it tired me out yesterday, I couldn't eat until almost 7 pm, and I ended up dousing my dental bib when I closed my mouth wrong without realizing it was full of water. Oops. (This is why I always wear an old shirt to the dentist.) Then I went home and broke my toe, so I can safely say I didn't notice anything wrong with my mouth because my toe was killing me.
As for work, the students are gone, WHEEEEEEE!
Except for P but he stays out of my way.
Also, the control that didn't work really didn't, but when I redid it, it was ok. Either I mixed up the needles or something got labelled wrong or the cells were just screwed up, but in any case, all is now okay or at least we aren't dead yet. Now I have 16 dishes of cells that I'm waiting for which of course will be perfect to work on all weekend but weren't ready all week. Bastards. Also the analysis that I did with SD while the boss was away appears to show what we wanted so I am well pleased. I just wish I had gotten more done today, but at least I made the most of being tied to the computer.
Hope all is well with everyone.
I pinched a nerve in my arm, exposed myself to toxic chemicals, had the roots of my teeth 'planed' and last night . . .
I broke my toe.
Well, today I have decided it isn't actually broken, merely horribly abused by can I say "Owwwww"?
And may I say it was a gloriously stupid manuever that ended up crushing up my poor toe too.
I was digging around my apartment about a month ago and found a pair of pants that I hadn't remembered buying last summer. They are some kind of knit cropped pant, and are actually a little big for me (yay), but they come down somewhere below mid-calf and above ankle (depending on if I need to pull them up) and they are very loose and have a bit of spandex in the fabric so they don't cling too much but have some structure. Cool to wear, but not something I feel overly exposed in. So I've been wearing them. Alot. (And washing them so I can wear them again). All is well and good with them except (a) they are considerably wider in the leg than my usual pants and (b) the spandex makes them stretchy.
So, I was walking across my kitchen floor last night in my stocking feet (still fighting the ants and I broke a glass last month and got tired of finding the shards with my feet) when I took a step and my toe got caught in my other pants leg.
Yes, I was wearing the pants at the time.
Yes, the pants stretched, and in the close confines of the kitchen I couldn't get my foot out. I ended up coming down hard on that foot, particularly the big toe.
Unfortunately I came down hard on the top of the big toe, as in the exactly the opposite of the side that usually comes down on the floor. Ow.
It hurt like heck at the time and by the time I went to bed it hurt like hell. But not all the time, just when I have to move it. So I took a tylenol and elevated it when I went to bed. (It was noticeably puffy and bruised by this point.)
Talked to S this morning. She agrees it probably isn't broken, just wrenched, sprained, and generally pissed off, and she recommended heat, ice and ibuprofen. And massaging it. Toe disagreed with the last vehemently last night but seems more agreeable today. I was even able to get a shoe on and hobble to the bus this morning. Luckily Boss is out of town because I sat and did computer work all day and walked around the lab without my shoes on when I had to (which is a safety no no, but then so is crawling on the lab floor and I didn't want it swelling up from too much use).
If I don't move it, it's not so bad, but unfortunately I was going to shop for dress shoes this weekend for Blueraccoon's wedding. Hey Blueraccoon, remember the joke about me wearing fuzzy slippers and hoping no one would notice? Ha ha. Never fear, I wouldn't wear fuzzy slippers, but I may get stuck wearing my black ballet-style slippers if Toe is slow to mend. At least to the reception. On the plus side, I now can plead injury instead of arguing with people that 'no, I really can't dance and I don't want to tackle the bridesmaids for a bouquet, thank you very much.' All in all, I'm not bad off, it's more the stupidity of the whole thing that annoys me. At least I didn't smack my face into the refrigerator. That would have been hard to explain to Dr. G.
Speaking of Dr. G, he probably thinks I'm a moron. I had an appointment last Wednesday for what the hygienist called a dental scaling, which I thought was in preparation for my periodontal treatments which were to include a 'root planing'. The root planing was described as 'cleaning out under the gum line'. Fun fun. I have chronic gum infections, but I've been good and the hygienist says it's looking better. The next day, the receptionist called and asked how I was. I was fine and asked if there should have been a problem because while it took a while and the novocaine was severe, the only complication seemed to be that half my mouth was numb for almost 6 hours and I got hungry waiting for the nerve function to return.
So yesterday I go back to get the rest of the work done and Dr. G and I are talking about what there is left to do, and Dr. G says I will go to the periodontist to have some root exposed (on the tooth they have to cap) and to have the wisdom teeth removed (joy). I ask 'well when are we doing that root planing procedure?' He says 'um, that's why I just shot you full of novocaine.'
Oh.
So the 'scaling' was the root planing thing.
Somehow I thought it would hurt more and had just assumed this was some sort of pre-root planing thing because it was in preparation for the periodontist. That explains why they were asking about complications.
As for the left side getting done, it tired me out yesterday, I couldn't eat until almost 7 pm, and I ended up dousing my dental bib when I closed my mouth wrong without realizing it was full of water. Oops. (This is why I always wear an old shirt to the dentist.) Then I went home and broke my toe, so I can safely say I didn't notice anything wrong with my mouth because my toe was killing me.
As for work, the students are gone, WHEEEEEEE!
Except for P but he stays out of my way.
Also, the control that didn't work really didn't, but when I redid it, it was ok. Either I mixed up the needles or something got labelled wrong or the cells were just screwed up, but in any case, all is now okay or at least we aren't dead yet. Now I have 16 dishes of cells that I'm waiting for which of course will be perfect to work on all weekend but weren't ready all week. Bastards. Also the analysis that I did with SD while the boss was away appears to show what we wanted so I am well pleased. I just wish I had gotten more done today, but at least I made the most of being tied to the computer.
Hope all is well with everyone.