Hello. It has been awhile. I thought I'd be back by yesterday. But, you see, first I needed to load up all that software for my very cool and very wrist friendly magic touchpad and...it took some time. Then, because I am so woefully out of date, the new software immediately required updating before the touchpad would do anything more than be a one click old fashion mouse. Which is hardly magic. After that (4am this morning, if you are wondering. Yes. Long! Time!) there were the rest of the updates and now...now I think we are done for well - a week?
Honestly people, my needs computer wise are fairly basic. A wee bit of iphoto, my internet, my Word doc programme and we're good. But given old fashion mice are one of the main culprits in my wrist, my computer can now do a zillion things that I'll never bother to try.
But it is done. The Things are back at school. Both doing beautifully. Orwell is signed up for school (technically he is too old, but the teacher is a sucker for SPCA pets) and at last I have time to write. And at last my wrist may be able to stand it? Not sure. Kind of aching while I do this post. Then again, this is my first day off pain meds since...well...mid November?
Slowly, easy does it. Yeah, I know. The pain is backing off. At one point I was waking up in the morning and rushing for those meds like a drug addict. This last week it would sometimes be near lunch time befor I was like, 'Hey, wait a minuite...'
My shoulder is definitely getting stronger. I'm standing up straighter. But oh my, just as I start feeling over confident - bam - reality strikes.
I am going to write. See...doing it right now. And when I get frustrated? I have Orwell. Orwell is an awesome dog. Still can't believe we found him at the SPCA. He loves to go walking / running. Does not yank on his lead. Is not vicious. And he adores me.Told the SPCA this morning (Orwell had a check up) that if those old owners (who have been AWOL for over 5 weeks!) come back tough luck. Given a few signs on Orwell's body, SPCA agrees. Somebody hurt my poor dog once-upon-a-time and it is truly amazing how the dog can still be so bloody wonderful despite it.
Orwell is lovely.
Makes up for the uprooted bell pepper plant (Husband may not agree), the hose nozzle (Husband may not agree) and the jumping up (Husband's already got the dog to not do it to him. I'm still a work-in-progress. I tell myself it is because the dog loves me more AND I'm the first person to greet Orwell in the morning).
Thing 2 is also in love with Orwell. First being she greets in the morning. Of course this is after I've walked the dog and the dog is significantly calmer. But it works.
We're happy.
Psst - did you see this link BookLive highlighted the other day? 25 Things Writers Should Stop Doing. It is brilliant!
i'm soo glad you're feeling better. Slowly does it, but hopefully, the pain will fade away so being off meds is not an endurance exercise.
Posted by: Damaria Senne | 13 January 2012 at 11:49 AM
Thank you.
Posted by: tiah | 13 January 2012 at 01:13 PM