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Arm update
Dec. 8th, 2014 01:07 amTEN DAYS OF CAST LEFT! YES!YES!YES!YES!!!!!!
And I am onto cast five, which is ridiculous. There were two half casts, the glow in the dark number, then waterproof cast number one:
Which was surprisingly uncomfortable, thanks to a slightly altered thumb position and a bit of tightness that made my fingers swell if I walked around with it unslung. I had it done privately at Camperdown Physiotherapy and, stupidly, took the earliest appointment rather than waiting five days for the hand specialist.
Happily, they are a very good practice. They rang to see how it was going and, when I admitted it wasn't fab, they booked me straight in with the hand specialist and redid it for free. She told me I wasn't mad: thumb positions are crucial and fiddly. And I came away with this:
Look how short it is! That red is my sleeve! underneath it is arm! SO LIGHT!
This was one of the few high points of the month, because by then I had developed a raging flu-like virus, but could only take one day off work and had a series of radio interviews I had to do with first laryngitis and then violent coughing fits. One was with one of my fave commercial newscasters (a very short list). As soon as we went live, a violent coughing fit tried to start, so for the first two minutes of the interview I was desperately trying to hold it off and was answering questions as though I was drugged. The interviewer was very kind, but I could hear him worrying that I was having a stroke. So I gave in and coughed on live radio, which meant i could start to use my brain for thinking again rather than Not Coughing – I could hear the relief in the interviewer's voice as I started making sense!
This week has been Sydney Stormageddon as we have had monsoons every evening. Bloody climate change! My poor roses, which were splendid a few weeks ago, are now denuded. Here's one before the rains. In good news, digging 150kg of compost and manure into those beds back in September was clearly worth it!
I hope that things are going much better for all of you. Alas, the people who were going to receive Christmas knits will now be receiving Australia Day knits. It's a traditional gift! Honest!
And I am onto cast five, which is ridiculous. There were two half casts, the glow in the dark number, then waterproof cast number one:
Which was surprisingly uncomfortable, thanks to a slightly altered thumb position and a bit of tightness that made my fingers swell if I walked around with it unslung. I had it done privately at Camperdown Physiotherapy and, stupidly, took the earliest appointment rather than waiting five days for the hand specialist.
Happily, they are a very good practice. They rang to see how it was going and, when I admitted it wasn't fab, they booked me straight in with the hand specialist and redid it for free. She told me I wasn't mad: thumb positions are crucial and fiddly. And I came away with this:
Look how short it is! That red is my sleeve! underneath it is arm! SO LIGHT!
This was one of the few high points of the month, because by then I had developed a raging flu-like virus, but could only take one day off work and had a series of radio interviews I had to do with first laryngitis and then violent coughing fits. One was with one of my fave commercial newscasters (a very short list). As soon as we went live, a violent coughing fit tried to start, so for the first two minutes of the interview I was desperately trying to hold it off and was answering questions as though I was drugged. The interviewer was very kind, but I could hear him worrying that I was having a stroke. So I gave in and coughed on live radio, which meant i could start to use my brain for thinking again rather than Not Coughing – I could hear the relief in the interviewer's voice as I started making sense!
This week has been Sydney Stormageddon as we have had monsoons every evening. Bloody climate change! My poor roses, which were splendid a few weeks ago, are now denuded. Here's one before the rains. In good news, digging 150kg of compost and manure into those beds back in September was clearly worth it!
I hope that things are going much better for all of you. Alas, the people who were going to receive Christmas knits will now be receiving Australia Day knits. It's a traditional gift! Honest!
