Adventures in embodiment
Has been rather the theme of this week, one way and another.
It pretty much began, sometime Sunday night/Monday morning, as I went downstairs in the dark and my foot skidded off a stair, jarring my knee. Which was very ouchy all the following day, and still a bit twingey, though it survived yoga.
I was due for a routine mammogram on Tuesday: however, I had just got up to the desk, when they told me that the machine had broken down about 2 minutes before, and I would have to reschedule. (Fortunately I had planned errands in that neck of the woods anyway.)
Wednesday was the aforementioned yoga, followed by Yet Another Trip To The Optician's in hopes of getting my glasses adjusted so that I don't have to keep reverting to my old pair because it is Just Too Damned Uncomfortable. They have put little rubber thinggies on the earpieces - I cannot decide if these are not doing anything, making the problem worse, or whether my ears were just so sore they needed a break to recover. So.
Today I had a non-urgent more or less routine doctor's appointment, largely about getting onto my record an amount of one of the things I'm currently taking sufficient that I don't need to be constantly renewing the prescription. This all went off pretty smoothly. What was absolutely irk-making was spending nearly an hour in the chemist's waiting to get my prescription filled (among a growing crowd of annoyed people also waiting for their prescriptions), and then finding that I am going to have to go back for part of it. Grrr. (It's not the most convenient chemist, either, but it's the one nearest the health centre.)
However, we no longer have building works: correction: we no longer have building works on our flat. Work proceeds rather noisily on the the downstairs flat and I suspect will do so for some time. This entry was originally posted at https://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2806025.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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