So tired.
I've been kind of missing in action for the past few days. Sorry about that; couldn't be helped. Part of it is becuase I had an essay due for Medieval. The other reason? Well, heading out to visit my parents, that's what. Was busy with preparations yesterday evening, and now I'm here. Left this morning. Soooo now I'm in Fort McMurray until the 16th.
On Wednesday I went in for my physiotherapy appointment. I'm kind of cringing at the expense, but I guess it couldn't be helped. Anyway, after some poking and prodding, we came to the conclusion that it's definitely the ulnar nerve (which we had already determined), and that there isn't much that can be done about it except to go easy on my wrist and take breaks every hour when I am doing writing or typing work. Was also given a stretch that I can do during those breaks, might help a bit... argh. We'll see. I have a follow-up appointment shortly after I return, which will mean more money, but oh, well.
Now that I'm officially on break I plan to do little more than laze around. SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN.
Unfortunately, tonight was a bit of a bummer. I've only been here a few hours, but mum is already getting on my nerves. I do love her, but it seems like she doesn't understand the way I feel about things, or doesn't care, even when I state it clearly. Much like the last time I was here, it's an issue of movies again. She asked what we should watch (because we watch a film every night), and I said, "Nothing depressing or violent". It's very rare that I'm in the mood for that sort of thing; I generally do not prefer to watch sad stories, or see people murdered onscreen. I... think that's a pretty reasonable thing to comprehend, even if one doesn't have the same sensibilities.
So why the hell did she pop Air Force One into the player? Sure, it's not like The Patriot or Gangs of New York, but it's still a very violent film. For fuck's sake, I know we have some comedies and non-violent dramas in our library, and while they do make up the minority, it wouldn't be that hard to pick one out. But, apparently we couldn't. And I couldn't leave the room, because that would create drama.
I just feel very down right now. And kind of like she doesn't have much respect for the way I feel at all. Writing it out like that makes the whole thing look foolish, but. Well. It is what it is.
On Wednesday I went in for my physiotherapy appointment. I'm kind of cringing at the expense, but I guess it couldn't be helped. Anyway, after some poking and prodding, we came to the conclusion that it's definitely the ulnar nerve (which we had already determined), and that there isn't much that can be done about it except to go easy on my wrist and take breaks every hour when I am doing writing or typing work. Was also given a stretch that I can do during those breaks, might help a bit... argh. We'll see. I have a follow-up appointment shortly after I return, which will mean more money, but oh, well.
Now that I'm officially on break I plan to do little more than laze around. SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN.
Unfortunately, tonight was a bit of a bummer. I've only been here a few hours, but mum is already getting on my nerves. I do love her, but it seems like she doesn't understand the way I feel about things, or doesn't care, even when I state it clearly. Much like the last time I was here, it's an issue of movies again. She asked what we should watch (because we watch a film every night), and I said, "Nothing depressing or violent". It's very rare that I'm in the mood for that sort of thing; I generally do not prefer to watch sad stories, or see people murdered onscreen. I... think that's a pretty reasonable thing to comprehend, even if one doesn't have the same sensibilities.
So why the hell did she pop Air Force One into the player? Sure, it's not like The Patriot or Gangs of New York, but it's still a very violent film. For fuck's sake, I know we have some comedies and non-violent dramas in our library, and while they do make up the minority, it wouldn't be that hard to pick one out. But, apparently we couldn't. And I couldn't leave the room, because that would create drama.
I just feel very down right now. And kind of like she doesn't have much respect for the way I feel at all. Writing it out like that makes the whole thing look foolish, but. Well. It is what it is.