boo, pain; yay, Orio(l)es
Sep. 25th, 2024 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloI've taken to liking to call the Orioles the Oreos, but just pronouncing it that way, still saying Orioles. Last night, beating the Yankees, they clinched a post-season berth, though those Yankees are almost certainly going to win the division. Well, last year the O's won the division & lost badly, quickly, once the wild card games were over, so maybe it'll go better this time, with them trying to play their way in.
I'm waiting now for supper to be delivered, from Mr. Spots, cuz I have food in the house, but my shoulder is killing me. Enough that I just took the major painkiller.
Today was the first day at the new office, and I had to unload all the bins, for my office and for the copy eds' little library (reduced for the move). Plus there is really cold air blowing us on me and one of the other two I share the office with (on our separate days), and that, combined with my having a bra on (until about 4:30, when I struggled to get it off), meant things were getting pretty bad by the end. It's been stressful cuz preparations for my new hires have been quite involved, and I'm behind on other things. But the shoulder thing, on top of the knee things, is really rough.
It's rough that my kitty wants me to cuddle with him now, too, but it hurts to hold him.
For a stretch of maybe 4 or 5 years, the first time I had a shoulder thing like this, I couldn't wear a bra. It was a whole lifestyle thing, having to be so daring as to go around with giant breasts unbound. I got used to it, though occasionally it would cause bumps (like my ex's grandmother, when we met, telling her "If you love her so much, tell her to wear a bra" --- clearly the lesbian thing wasn't the main objection, as that grandmother's daughter seemed to think it would be). Even when I interviewed for my current job, I was unable to wear a bra, and was sorta surprised I got the (professional) job anyway; as it turned out, the hiring manager wasn't against loose boobs, thank goodness. Then a couple of years later I got on the CPAP machine, and, among other small miracles, my chronic shoulder problem just went away.
I can only hope (nay, pray) that something comes along with a miracle again. I'd really rather not to to bralessness again. And it's not like that really got rid of the pain. It just mitigated some of the really bad pain that having a bra strap on that shoulder produced
Also I wanted to add that the postcards here have been coming less often, as I've just not gotten to my own computer so much, busy busy busy, and my work computer no longer lets me post. Which reminds me that livejournal is saying this may be the last time they can forgive me the fees for my account here, and I may need to find someone who can act as a payment proxy for me if I want to keep going. (For a few years they haven't been able to process American credit cards, and there's been no other option for paying.)
I feel sorta stubborn about this blog, though, and even though it's mirrored at dreamwidth, I rather hate to give it up. But maybe it won't be so likely that any given day will have a "Postcard of" it.
Food's here. Then ice pack. Tomorrow the microwavable heat pack is to be delivered. That's also the day the deck construction supposedly starts in earnest. They had the dumpster taken away today---seems there was no need for it to sit on the yard for a month, killing a patch of grass, as they were done with it & just forgot. Gonna use big bags for the remainder of the demo stuff and the ends of boards they cut. Le sigh!
Maybe that shoulda been the subject line of this post. Le sigh.
I'm waiting now for supper to be delivered, from Mr. Spots, cuz I have food in the house, but my shoulder is killing me. Enough that I just took the major painkiller.
Today was the first day at the new office, and I had to unload all the bins, for my office and for the copy eds' little library (reduced for the move). Plus there is really cold air blowing us on me and one of the other two I share the office with (on our separate days), and that, combined with my having a bra on (until about 4:30, when I struggled to get it off), meant things were getting pretty bad by the end. It's been stressful cuz preparations for my new hires have been quite involved, and I'm behind on other things. But the shoulder thing, on top of the knee things, is really rough.
It's rough that my kitty wants me to cuddle with him now, too, but it hurts to hold him.
For a stretch of maybe 4 or 5 years, the first time I had a shoulder thing like this, I couldn't wear a bra. It was a whole lifestyle thing, having to be so daring as to go around with giant breasts unbound. I got used to it, though occasionally it would cause bumps (like my ex's grandmother, when we met, telling her "If you love her so much, tell her to wear a bra" --- clearly the lesbian thing wasn't the main objection, as that grandmother's daughter seemed to think it would be). Even when I interviewed for my current job, I was unable to wear a bra, and was sorta surprised I got the (professional) job anyway; as it turned out, the hiring manager wasn't against loose boobs, thank goodness. Then a couple of years later I got on the CPAP machine, and, among other small miracles, my chronic shoulder problem just went away.
I can only hope (nay, pray) that something comes along with a miracle again. I'd really rather not to to bralessness again. And it's not like that really got rid of the pain. It just mitigated some of the really bad pain that having a bra strap on that shoulder produced
Also I wanted to add that the postcards here have been coming less often, as I've just not gotten to my own computer so much, busy busy busy, and my work computer no longer lets me post. Which reminds me that livejournal is saying this may be the last time they can forgive me the fees for my account here, and I may need to find someone who can act as a payment proxy for me if I want to keep going. (For a few years they haven't been able to process American credit cards, and there's been no other option for paying.)
I feel sorta stubborn about this blog, though, and even though it's mirrored at dreamwidth, I rather hate to give it up. But maybe it won't be so likely that any given day will have a "Postcard of" it.
Food's here. Then ice pack. Tomorrow the microwavable heat pack is to be delivered. That's also the day the deck construction supposedly starts in earnest. They had the dumpster taken away today---seems there was no need for it to sit on the yard for a month, killing a patch of grass, as they were done with it & just forgot. Gonna use big bags for the remainder of the demo stuff and the ends of boards they cut. Le sigh!
Maybe that shoulda been the subject line of this post. Le sigh.
