Sleep now?

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Right now I'm completely exhausted because my shoulder is seriously disrupting any attemps to sleep at night. I did manage an hour alseep in my recliner last night because cuddling sleeping kittens is a very good sedative, but there seems to be no position that I can lie that doesn't make my shoulder hurt quite a lot. When I do manage to find a semi-comfy position and doze for a while, I then move and wake myself up because the shoulder stiffens so much and becomes rather painful indeed to move.

I'm seeing the doc on Thursday. She'll probably send me straight to my rheumy, but I'm hoping that she'll give me something to get through the bad nights until then. Bleh.

Still, I got myself to work today which is an improvement. I have a microwavable heat pack, I've got my exercise bands so that I can nip down to the 'wellness room' a couple of times to do physio exercises and I have painkillers that do nothing buy psychologically make me feel like I'm trying something. Hopefully I can get through to 4pm, go home and collapse in the recliner. If Kate wants to have a cuddle and go to sleep (thereby inducing me to go to sleep), that would be lovely :-)


I picked up a copy of the season opener for Lewis and watched it last night. It's really quite good, isn't it? Why did no one tell me that it's quite good?

Also, House was rather awesome :-)

Note to self: substituting a fair bit of the cheddar for stilton in cauliflower cheese is a very good idea. Nom. However, about half the quantity of cauliflower cheese would have been better. How did it multiply? I'm sure I used the same quantities of everything that I normally do, and yet I had about double the normal amount. It was quite excellent but, er, rather more filling than it should have been and I'm not sure how good re-heated cauliflower cheese would have been.

Also, please to be remembering that preparing food with sore shoulder is not easy.

Tonight's veggie curry has been replaced with beef stroganoff because I had some in the freezer and thus it simply requires reheating, a spoonful of sour cream added and some noodles cooked. Yes, lazy, but I'm not feeling like spending time cooking today :-)

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drink myself sane.

*hides bottles of wine*

*and cans of pear cider*

I'd never do that! :-)

Feel like you've been hit in the back with a bag of masonry?

Woo, yes. And then someone stuck a great big knife under my shoulder blade with evil tentacles that reach round the ribs.

Please, god, do not let me sneeze again. Not fun.

I'd say yes on your self-diag

I'm extremely good at it :-) Now I just have to persuade doctor of same. "I'm right to think I need to see the rheumy? And do my shoulder physio? And can I have 10mg of amitriptyline for night-time zonkiness? Kthxbie."

I'm the polar opposide from you :) The girl who injures herself without trying and doesn't get to ignore it. Ambulance! X-rays! Minions!

Cramps tearing out my innards? Meh. I'll be over here trying to do some work, kay? Just don't get between me and the bathroom door for the next three days. Or between me and the really good, 85% cocoa Lindt dark chocolate.

I was the kid the other kids didn't dare touch in case they did something to me and got into trouble :-) And I *still* ended up in the nurse's office being told "but you caaaaan't do that without traumatic incident". I'm sorry, I have, tough poo poo. Now are you going to help me put my knee back or do I have to visit the A&E for the second time this month?

I may do a World Tour so the pissed-as-rats thing could become a reality

*ggg* I have tons of space and two exceedingly bad cats to play with. And, er, minimal vacation time :-( Damn Canadian vacation policies.

You mean be Gisborne to your Sheriff?

*produces silky black PJs and rakish evil smile* I can do that :-) I lounge well.

I'd try to be Blofeld, but my cats don't sit still long enough to do the intimidating stroking of cats while threatening with piranah tanks. Kate would find her Blue Snake and want to play fetch (there is canine DNA in that animal's history) and Annie would want to cuddle whoever we were torturing.

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I'm avoiding drink altogether until after Thursday. Then I'm picking a vodka and getting fucking HAMMERED. (I have one rule - never EVER drink to dull the emo. I did it ONCE and it put me off sherry for life.)

Woo, yes. And then someone stuck a great big knife under my shoulder blade with evil tentacles that reach round the ribs.

It's your shoulder blade. You've probably bruised the underside of the muscle with the dislocation. I don't know if it'll help or if you've tried it already, but try breathing from your diaphragm. It's on a different band of muscle and forces air upwards so you don't have to take deep breaths and expand your chest cavity too far. If nothing else, it might take some of the ache out of breathing by taking long, shallow breaths and letting your stomach muscle do the propulsion instead of your lungs.

I hope you can convince the doc. 'Cause the only other thing I'm qualified to suggest is a short course of Bertholt Brecht and three members of the RSC taken nightly (until they're fed up of it).

We are the real-life Unbreakable! Which is ok for you 'cause you get to be Samuel L. Motherfucking Jackson... I get to be the sad bald guy who used to be cool. :-\ I don't know what's worse, that or admitting that your life's been scripted by M. Night Shyamalan? O.o

Oh I am a WHINY BITCH when the cramps get to me. I marry my beanbag and do the Dying Swan in a haze of pathetic uselessness. *weeps* Any other time of the month I could be shot in the arm with a .44 Magnum and wouldn't feel a thing. Bleedy Teim? I can't tweeze my eyebrows without sobbing like a bitch at the PAIN!

I was the kid that the other school's team would knock to the floor and trample on while they laughed and laughed and... I'd get up. They stopped laughing and started looking for the telltale Cyborg red-eye.

*ggg* I have tons of space and two exceedingly bad cats to play with. And, er, minimal vacation time :-( Damn Canadian vacation policies.

:-D Don't worry I will only pop over when you've got some that isn't booked for family & conventions. *salutes* 'Cause I really do think we should get blasted to crackfic levels and encourage each other to commit weirdness.

*hands you sticky gemstones for your teeth* I do the henchperson thing quite well. Criminal mastermind is where I've got problems. I might (IF I succeed) get one of those tacky-tacky housenames and bolt it to the wall outside and it will bear the legend: 'Hollowed out Volcano'

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I hope you can convince the doc.

Well, I'm down to 'uncomfortable with spikes of burning pokers', which is a definite improvement today :-) And I had a few hours of sleep last night due to the reduced discomfort levels. Hooray!

Er, except this might make it harder to plead my case with the doc. Although I will point out that whatever the heck happened has now happened twice in less than two weeks and isn't entirely healing up afterwards. I'm sure that a lot of it is residual muscle bruising and nerve bruising, but even I don't normally dislodge the same joint twice in eight days!

We are the real-life Unbreakable!

*gggg*

The funny thing is that, in addition to my fun bendy joint syndrome, two of my uncles have the actual thing that Samuel L. Jackson is supposed to have. Somehow, they've failed to turn into sociopaths.

Nope, I got nothing to go with that one.

I am a suffering in silence gal with the cramps. At first this was because I thought everyone felt like this - apparently not. And then I figured that I'd been doing this for years, why make a fuss? And then I couldn't get out of bed for school one day, confessed all to Mum who marched me down to the doc's pronto.

Turns out it's also not usual to have suicidal levels of depression in the days leading up to it all either. Who knew? Now I have artificial hormones that make me non-suicidal and able to leave my bed. Yay for artificial hormones!

I was the kid who could do freaky things with her elbows and knees and everyone knew that I was the weak point in every defence. Last on every team, except for uni-hoc, oddly. I was a demon goalie at that. It was a game where people looked the other way when I hit nasty girls with sticks! And I could score against the other team from my spot in goal! Er, that might not have been legal :-) Mostly I just liked the bit where I could hit people with sticks and get praised for it :-)

Don't worry I will only pop over when you've got some that isn't booked for family & conventions. *salutes*

Hooray!! So, er, 2011 then?

Heh :-)

Can I have purple gemstones? Please? I can do criminal mastermind so much better when give the chance to be purple and sparkly in expensive black silk PJs :-)

Oh, god, if you do get that sign then you need to photograph it :-) Because I would *love* to see it. People just aren't lairing up in improbably hollowed out volcanoes enough anymore. That last Bond was almost plausible!