No good deed goes unpunished!

[blamebrampton]

But before I explain that subject line, I would just like to say that today involved the neighbours hiring the world's most pleasant tree lopping company. Which is just as well, because no sooner had I stepped out the front door to get the post, absently pulling the door closed behind me, than the two lads stopped what they were doing and sang out warnings for me to avoid the large amounts of tree that were then littering my front garden.

I replied that I was all over that plan, and thanks for missing the letterbox, rosebush and fence, however, my current issue was that I had just locked myself out.

Which is why five minutes later you could have found me round the side of my house being hoisted up through the little gap in our security screens by a burly stranger in a high-vis vest. Going to the gym has turned out to be totally worthwhile! (And if people continue not to pay on my invoices, I will be able to turn to a life of crime pretty easily.)

Anyway, back to the topic. What I thought was mild tendonitis in my right arm turns out to be some sort of horrible nerve thing, which is caused either by over-use (95% likelihood) or by something ghastly in my neck (5%). I'm going with the over-use as it started back before Easter when I spent weeks sewing several hours a day to make a frock for a friend of mine, then it eased, then flared up badly when I went to work on a couple of new magazines in an office that is not ideally set up for me.

And I didn't even receive a box of choccies for the frock, nor has a single invoice been paid for the mag work despite the first of them being six weeks overdue! 

And who suffers? nursedarry! I still haven't finished her second bloody sock. And also about half the people waiting on comment replies from me as I can't type very well.

My brill physio thinks we will have it licked in a few weeks. Poor right side of my body. This is what happens when taxis slam into you – a lifetime of mank! Say no to running red lights into cyclists, my friends!

Comments

[treacle-tartlet.livejournal.com]

How appalling! Not the hi-vis wearing tree-loppers, obviously, but the rest, you poor darling! I really must unearth that Casanova CD set for you and post it up! ♥

[kath-ballantyne.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you were able to get back in. *g*

Hope your arm gets better soon.

I finally got a referral to a physio for my neck. Hands have been going numb for weeks, especially the ends of my fingers but it went numb and cold all the way to my elbow the other day.

I was telling him about it and was too busy trying not to laugh at him when he said that it was probably muscle not anything to do with my spine because I was too young for that I don't think I managed to get across the osteoarthritis, slipped disc in my lower back and the fact that my shoulders often sublax and sometimes dislocate. He couldn't do anything other than send me to a physio anyway. I shall tell them.

[faynia.livejournal.com]

Accommodating people those tree men. Go you climbing back in.

[nenne.livejournal.com]

I hope the horrible nerve thing is easily currable.

[nursedarry.livejournal.com]

No worries; I'll hop.

Get well soon, BB.

[hmufson.livejournal.com]

Also, in a similar vein, I find that when I am an honest person, I lose. Case in point: a couple of years ago, our garage door fell off (narrowly missing the cars). My lovely husband called the insurance company, who told us without a trace of irony that it would have been covered had we backed into it, but just FALLING OFF was not. When he hung up, I told him to go back up the Jeep and call back.

Good luck with the physio - I will pray to the Goddess of Non-Steroidal Anti-Inflammatories for you. She and I go way back.

[groolover.livejournal.com]

Ouch! Poor you! *rubs it better*

[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

You need your own reality show. I'm just saying. I hate reality shows and never watch them, but I would certainly watch yours.

:D

[raitala.livejournal.com]

Your body is certainly holding a grudge abut that being skittled across an intersection business. I hope all it takes is a little physio and doesn't turn out to be anything more major.

It is nice when people are helpful and congrats on being fit enough for lifting and squeezing.

Would it cheer you up to spend an arvo writing chilly invoice reminders? It really is rubbish not to honour invoices in a timely fashion.