i know why the nightingale sings
i am: present and accounted for
listening to: the tv blethering in the other room
drinking: iced tea
so, i had an appointment with the hand specialist today - the second monthly visit after surgery. it was predictable: he measured range of motion angles and tested the strength of my grip and said "see you in a month." my range of motion isn't so great, though he seemed pleased enough with my progress to leave the decision up to me as to whether or not i should resume with physical therapy. i opted to wait until next month's measuring to see how much progress i can make on my own. i've been doing a lot more this past week: i've driven twice, written a few times, typed like a maniac, used scissors ... there must be something else lol. i can almost turn my hand palm up now, but still can't assume a "limp wrist" posture, and when i pick things up with my right hand it looks and feels like what's left of the ulna is going to pop through my skin. he promised me it won't, which is nice.
enough about that.
i'm going to go to the library tomorrow and have nothing on my mental "to be read" list. this means i'll wander through the aisles hoping to find something new by my favorite authors and most likely not finding anything. apparently i need to expand my list of favorite authors.
i did some manuscript transcribing today and was amused by this observation near the end of a rather lengthy receipt to treat postems of the "tunge and þrote."
And vndirstonde þat caul seed comfortiþ moche þe tunge and þe þrote. And þe token þerof is, for þe ny3tengale aftir þat he haþ ete suche seedis, he syngeþ merely.
in other words, wild cabbage seed eases soreness of the tongue and throat, and we know this because the nightingale, after he eats such seeds, sings merrily. i love this stuff ... and sometimes, even through my enjoyment of it, think it's sad that it entertains and enthralls me as much as it does.
today's reading: healing and society in medieval england by faye marie getz and still slowly working my way through a reread of elizabeth george's with no one as witness, which is an excellent book, but i just read it a couple of months ago, so there are no surprises. i need something new to read. library, yup.
listening to: the tv blethering in the other room
drinking: iced tea
so, i had an appointment with the hand specialist today - the second monthly visit after surgery. it was predictable: he measured range of motion angles and tested the strength of my grip and said "see you in a month." my range of motion isn't so great, though he seemed pleased enough with my progress to leave the decision up to me as to whether or not i should resume with physical therapy. i opted to wait until next month's measuring to see how much progress i can make on my own. i've been doing a lot more this past week: i've driven twice, written a few times, typed like a maniac, used scissors ... there must be something else lol. i can almost turn my hand palm up now, but still can't assume a "limp wrist" posture, and when i pick things up with my right hand it looks and feels like what's left of the ulna is going to pop through my skin. he promised me it won't, which is nice.
enough about that.
i'm going to go to the library tomorrow and have nothing on my mental "to be read" list. this means i'll wander through the aisles hoping to find something new by my favorite authors and most likely not finding anything. apparently i need to expand my list of favorite authors.
i did some manuscript transcribing today and was amused by this observation near the end of a rather lengthy receipt to treat postems of the "tunge and þrote."
And vndirstonde þat caul seed comfortiþ moche þe tunge and þe þrote. And þe token þerof is, for þe ny3tengale aftir þat he haþ ete suche seedis, he syngeþ merely.
in other words, wild cabbage seed eases soreness of the tongue and throat, and we know this because the nightingale, after he eats such seeds, sings merrily. i love this stuff ... and sometimes, even through my enjoyment of it, think it's sad that it entertains and enthralls me as much as it does.
today's reading: healing and society in medieval england by faye marie getz and still slowly working my way through a reread of elizabeth george's with no one as witness, which is an excellent book, but i just read it a couple of months ago, so there are no surprises. i need something new to read. library, yup.