Ouch! - Tuesday 4/29/2008

Slammed my finger in the dishwasher door.

Der!

It hurt a lot. But not quite enough to give me the rush of a near-death experience.

Oh, Snap! - Saturday 3/9/2008

See the pretty sunset on Hydra's finger?

He became all ambitious this morning and trimmed an arbor vitae (shrub/tree) next to the shed. It's so much nicer...makes the shed look like a cute little house.

Then he started cleaning out the shed itself. This is when I got into the act.

We were pulling things out from where bags of potting soil had been lined up when he reached for the sprung rat trap and OUUUUUCH! It wasn't sprung!

Luckily, he had on gloves and was able to slide his finger out of the trap's bite--it's a black plastic monster--but he ended up with a sore fretting finger. (That's a finger that moves on the fret of the guitar, not a worried finger.)

Always one to try to find the bright side, I reminded Hydra that if he has to have a sore finger, at least he got a bruise in the bargain.

It's so frustrating when it hurts and you don't even get a bruise to show off!

Oops! I Did It Again! - Tuesday 6/26/2007

More diner infidelity. Actually, I don't know if I have anything to confess. Big Boy and I are a little--how should I say it?--estranged.

There was no anger, no recriminations. I think it's a case of How Ya Gonna Keep 'Em Down on the Farm Once They've Seen Paris? That and the fact that I can't seem to stop the Monday-Wednesday waiter from spooning up oatmeal the moment he sees me hit the parking lot. I had to turn it away twice. It's hard to un-train this guy.

Looking for other pastures. The Coral Cafe, which you may recall from even before the bon voyage, is a little pricy. So I tried another all-night diner in Burbank, Harry's Family Restaurant on San Fernando Road.

I liked it. I liked the little stylized Ses on the cups. I liked the clean aqua upholstery. I spent the entire hour there writing about the decor, the feel, the layout, the regulars.

This is what I call a grand, grand way to start the day. Couple that with talking with my Mom on the phone--yes, handsfree--on the drive in, and it was about as close to perfect as a workday morning can get.

Stopped by Porto's Bakery to pick up bolitos and croissants to go with the peach freezer jam, and had to also pick up some guava strudel (you MUST try these) and potato balls. A small gesture of thanks for all the work people did around the office Friday while I was nursing my back and they were prepping for the new carpet. OneL rallied Weens and Lunista to paint our office lavendar and off-white. It's so clean and light!

Oh, yeah. Update on the back thing. Remember the fall in Paris? Here's the scoop. Doc says that the radiologist says that he can't tell if the wonky bone in my spine is due to a little arthritis creeping in or due to a small fracture, but given that it didn't hurt before the fall and it did hurt afterward, I probably have a fractured spine.

Hey, if I broke my flipping back, I want credit for it. There's nothing do do, I guess. [shrugs] It's not debilitating.

Is it fuzzy in here, or is it just me? - Monday 6/18/2007

Remember that fall I took in Paris? Did I mention that I went to the doctor last week and she showed me an x-ray of my spine? There's a little bone in there that was knocked a little bit cock-eyed.

Oddly--and happily, I suppose--it hasn't caused me a lot of pain. And it's not a shooting pain when it is there. But last night I was pretty much clenching my teeth the whole drive home, so I thought it was time to kick up to the prescription ibuprofen.

This is the point at which Sundry begins to seriously consider alternate medicines. Just got a recommendation for an acupunturist. If I can't see the needles, maybe I'll be able to deal with it.