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Still eating mush - but also pasta.

Also discovering that really, talking nonstop all day, often very stridently, is not so good for resting one's jaw. Yeah, teaching is bad for speedy recovery on this one. Oh well.

Also discovered that my cheek, while less swollen, is now yellow. Yeah. Huge bruise. Not too surprising, but definitely a bit weird.

Also tired. Between the eating of the mush and the healing thing, I guess that makes a lot of sense.

And did I mention that my cheek is yellow?
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First, thank you to all of you who made food suggestions, and to all of you who IMed or called to see how I was doing over the past few days - and also to all of you who IMed or called for other random reasons and then remembered and asked how I was doing. :)

The answer depended on when I was being asked.

So Thursday produced much anxiety - surprise surprise. I made it through with just the novicaine, but I panicked - needlessly, as it turns out - over how much the novicaine shots would hurt - and then I didn't calm down for a good long while. The procedure itself, while it had its unpleasant moments, did not involve much pain - just the sort that comes from having ones mouth open too wide for too long. But once I told him that, he removed the thing that was holding my mouth open, and I was able to close it between steps, and that helped a bit. And, overall, if it took ten minutes (not counting the waiting for my mouth to go numb part) I'd be surprised. It was quick.

And then it took me 20 minutes to calm down. I made it home on my own, though, even though the cab took nearly as long as the subway, and I had to walk an entire avenue block to catch one. Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] debka_notion for being on-call in case I needed her - even though I managed on my own.

And even more special thanks to my mom, who picked me up before the rush hour traffic got bad, and got me home before the novicaine wore off, such that by the time I was miserable, I was already on the couch in the family room with three different people available to whine to.

Early Thursday evening, I got to feel miserable for a few hours - well, mildly miserable - but I was feeling much better by around 8:30 or so. The feeling better part lasted through Friday, and then I felt worse again as of Saturday morning. Which means I have been using the prescription meds to help me sleep through the night - or rather, taking them later in the night when I realize I have not managed to sleep.

On Friday, I was feeling well enough to make most of a vegetable soup and home-made applesauce - and everyone agreed that the applesauce was yummy. There is very little left of it, in fact. But then I was useless yesterda.

So yesterday was not so fun, but then I took a long nap. And today is hopefully better than yesterday.

Tomorrow had better be better than today, because I plan to go to work.

And yes, [livejournal.com profile] wildblueyonder2, I am now 50% less wise.

And that is the update.
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So I'm getting two of my wisdom teeth out tomorrow.

And now I am trying to stock up on foods that I will be able to eat in the days immediately following tomorrow.

So far, I have:
- two flavors of applesauce
- three flavors of pudding
- a jello-like snack
- chocolate soy milk
- cottage cheese with fruit in it (not sure if that is quite the right texture)
- cream of wheat (again, not sure on the texture, but it seemed like a possible breakfast food)
- some potatoes and sweet potatoes to bake really thoroughly until they mash well

When I am home for the weekend, I am expecting to get:
- chicken soup (broth)
- gefilte fish
- hopefully some squash kugel or sweet potato kugel

If I am lucky, I will also get some pureed vegetable soup (my mom makes it and it is yummy)

If people can think of other foods that are mushy - especially foods that are not dairy, since I need to go light on that (hence I don't have yogurts and I probably should not have bought the cottage cheese either) - I am open to suggestions.
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Hi all.

So you should all be proud of me for not venting about the migraines. (I've been getting one roughly every 2-3 days. There. Venting done. And yes, I did see a doctor.)

So I tried excedrin migraine this morning. It is basically aspirin, tylenol and a cup of coffee in a pill. (Which is to say, there is nothing too scary in it - which is a good thing.)

The good news: it worked.
The bad news: it has side effects.
The lack of news: no clue how the caffiene affected my ability to fall back asleep because said side-effects kept me awake anyway.

And in other news...

Last night, I posted a userpic to my fictional LJ, [livejournal.com profile] taylwoven.

If you read the entry and comments, you will find out where Anna got the userpic. I just wanted to clarify, though, as to where *I* got it - because I don't jog, and it wasn't taken with a cell phone. (This line makes more sense if you have read the aforementioned entry and comments.) I did take the photo myself - and crop it down. (If anyone can tell me how to reduce the size of a photo without cropping, I am listening... well, reading, technically...)

Remember the day when I went to the museum for Spanish class? (Oh, look: this entry actually connects to the previous one - yay continuity.) Well, I had my camera with me to use at the museum. (yes, they allow photography - just no flash. Hooray for digital cameras because they adjust the exposure time accordingly. The photos are blurry, but at least they came out properly exposed.) Anyway, on the way to the subway that morning, I walked past a butterfly sitting on a railing in front of a building. I kept walking, then realized I had my camera, went back, and snapped some photos.

Anyway, just wanted to clarify that.

Oh, and do feel free to read Anna's blog and interact with it. It's more fun that way, and the more people interact with the story, the more likely the story is to continue.
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So the saga of the knees continues.

Many of you, good readers, are sick and tired of hearing about it - though most of you have not heard the latest. After seeing a doctor for my knee pain in March and April, and after trying some stuff that didn't work, I got sent to another doctor for a second opinion. I saw Doctor #2 yesterday evening.

Doctor #1 told me that I should avoid stairs and any other knee-bending activities. He also thought that I might need surgery.

Doctor #2 said physical therapy is the way to go, and that the stairs, while painful, are doing no actual harm.

What is interesting is that, since the appointment, I actually feel like my knees are hurting less.

I am marveling at how much difference perception makes. There was so much stuff I felt like I couldn't do after I saw the first doctor. I was trying so hard to be good to my knees, and trying not to cause damage. In the process, I was making myself feel limited, and also disabled, in some small way. This experience did give me a small window into what it is like to have a physical disability (though only a very small one, since I could always get away with being "normal" by choosing to climb the stairs or whatever and just deal with the pain and try not to think about the harm - a choice that many people with physical disabilities are not free to make.) It was, however, not fun. For me or for my friends. (sorry about that, guys...)

I do still think of my knee problems as a minor disability. I still cannot go running or climbing too many stairs. But it really does make a difference to know that I am only causing myself short-term pain with these activities, not long-term damage. It makes me feel suddenly free - like I can do so many more things. And when my knees hurt, oh well. It's annoying and I may whine and stuff - but I feel like, if I wanted to, I could get up and dance at a simcha. I could climb up to a fourth floor walk-up apartment without worrying about hurting myself. And all of that makes the pain feel less. Because it is less of a big deal.

Perception really is a powerful thing.

And no, I am not obsessing about my knees. Look I am being positive. Really, not obsessing. Really.

Now, if only I could find a good physical therapist who takes my insurance...

Thank you!

Mar. 23rd, 2006 05:06 pm
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To all the friends who called to check up on me yesterday, and who made sure that yesterday would go smoothly - even if were only providing emotional support because they had other obligations, I just would like to say, thank you.

This applies especially to [livejournal.com profile] mbarr, [livejournal.com profile] mysticengineer and [livejournal.com profile] wildblueyonder2
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Grumble.

So I've been trying to reach two doctors all week to ask them about two different medications (not anything major - one for my eyes and one for digestion-related stuff) - one because it's done its job and I need to know if I should keep using it, and the other because the medicine is not doing its job, and I need to know if I should stop taking it.

Finally, on the third day (today), I got both doctors to call me back - one called my home phone before I got home; the other called my cell, which had fallen out of my pocket while on vibrate, so I didn't hear it ring, of course, and found the message ten minutes later. Neither doctor told me whether to keep using the medications.

This made me rather frustrated. Especially the cell phone one, because I was there, and could have picked up - except that I was in the other room.

Which doesn't really do much for the icky mood I've been in the past couple of days to begin with,

And no, it isn't that anything in particular is wrong. I think someone else's slump just managed to rub off on me (you know who you are, and no, I am not scowling at you. Just generally grumpy and slumpy). Or maybe I'm just randomly feeling slumpy. (yes, that's my newest word.)

hmm...

I thought venting was supposed to make me feel better...

Oh well.

Oh, and just for continuity's sake, got the new sneakers a week or two ago. There is something wrong with my foot now - they are not doing a very good job breaking in.

Blah.

And that is all.
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Has it really been 20 days since I last posted? On the one hand, that seems unreasonably long. On the other, so much has happened over the past 20 or so days that I feel like it has to have been far longer.

And now for an update:

Days 1-2: Transit Strike, alas, continues. Slightly worn sneakers carry me half an hour by foot to the alternate site I got myself assigned to (so that I could actually call it a work day) and half an hour by foot back home. Day 1 also included a detour to Teachers College (I was sort of in the neighborhood) to order a document I need in order to get my salary up to where it should be. It also included a stop at the Bank Street bookstore on the way home. Did you know they sell packages of blank dice? With label stickers? They're great when you want your dice to only go up to 3 so that your students don't win the game too quickly.

On Day 2, (3rd day of the strike, as my last post was the first day), the strike officially ended some time during the day. It did not end on a more practical level until the following day, however, so my now considerably more worn out sneakers carried me home to pack a heavy suitcase, and then outside to catch a cab so I could catch the charter bus that I rode to where I spent the next seven days...

Days 3-9: USY Convention. For those who don't know, this is a gathering of over 1,000 Jewish teenagers (was it 1,150 this year?) from all across the US and Canada for a week of learning, praying, social action, socializing, and other general fun.

Day 3: Now worn-out sneakers and worn-out feet carry me all over the hotel as I help to get ready for the teen-agers, who will arrive on Day 5. This year, I got to make signs (as usual) with schedules, room info, etc. Then Shabbat began - but I will call all of that Day 4 (a la Jewish calendar time)

Day 4: Shabbat. A very special Shabbat that I look forward to every year. This is a day when my dress shoes get to carry my tired feet and body to amazing services (because the people on staff care) and some okay meals... but the special parts are the Friday night gathering in the director's suite (some of you know who the director is - but I will give no further detail in a public entry) at which home-made dessert foods play a starring role - my own bar cookies included. This year, I was too tired to enjoy all this - but I did enjoy a good night's sleep in the cozy hotel bed ([livejournal.com profile] mysticengineer would love these beds - all poofy and squashy and down-filled. Those with allergies to down would probably hate them.) The following morning, I got to enjoy waking up when it was already light out, reading from the Torah - and pretty well, too, I think - and hearing my father teach about the weekly Torah portion - specifically about Joseph. There are times when I really love hearing my father teach, and this was one of them. He is all about group discussion, and it was pretty interesting to think of Joseph in new ways. One take on him that I really appreciated: Joseph as the equivalent of the straight-A student who wants people to like him, and thinks that boasting about his good grades is the way to get there - because he has little concept of how to be liked by others. Or something like that. Another interesting idea that came up: Maybe he wasn't in touch with his father during his time in Egypt because he thought his dad was in on the conspiracy - having sent him out to check on his brothers in the field (which leads to the pit and the sale and Egypt) when his dad knew his brothers disliked him. Shabbat also included an extra long nap.

Saturday night, it was back to work, getting everything ready for...

Day 5: USY Convention begins. The usual excitement. Plus an unusual event: family Chanukah party in Philadelphia with a combination of local relatives and cousins who were visiting other local relatives. Cousins as in three little kids who were very cute and photogenic. Yay digital camera! So the first night of Chanukah was really special.

Day 6: Convention, second day. A highlight: the keynote speaker was a family friend. She is disabled, and spoke about her experiences in USY, her disability, and her life story in general. The USYers gave her a standing ovation, and I learned things about her life that I never knew before.

Day 7: Convention, third day. Since the educational theme was disabilities, this day of social action projects, which carried groups of USYers all over the Philly area, ended with all of us at Temple University, watching a wheelchair basketball game. Then some USYers who won raffles got to try out wheelchair basketball for themselves. I got to give out boxed dinners. And then I got to help man the lost and found, which had tons of stuff in it, because things fell beneath the bleachers and had to be collected afterward.

Day 8: Fourth day of Convention. Concluded with a dinner dance. Loud and chaotic for the USYers, quieter for the staff - we ate, then began packing up - more wear on my shoes...

Day 9: Convention ended. We watched a fun video, then said tefillat haderech (the traveller's prayer) together before heading our separate ways until next year. I got to go home via NYC, so I could get my computer. Then home with my family for a few days (as opposed to at the convention with them)...

Day 10: Got to sleep in late. Put in an effort to find time for the purchase of new sneakers - except that my sister's coat made its way into that same lost and found (not via the bleachers, but because she was helping to sort the stuff back at the hotel and forgot to take her coat at the end of that) and so her coat was in a box, being shipped back to the USY office, so her issue took priority - but in the end, we got to neither.

Day 11: Quiet Shabbat with my family. After such an exhausting week, not nearly enough time to nap. Also gave my sneakers another good workout with a 30-minute walk to shul, and the same walk back. Wore my new Shabbat coat for the first time - and got snow on it! Managed to nap through an an exciting snowstorm in the afternoon. Also managed to get a ride back into the city that evening - New Years party at NU's - only she was sick, so we only saw her roommate. Fireworks from the roof of [livejournal.com profile] mbarr and [livejournal.com profile] wildblueyonder2's building - they looked small and less impressive than last year - I guess I wasn't in the same mood. Oh well.

Day 12: recovering from Day 11 - no, didn't have anything too toxic... - and also a little Chanukah get-together at [livejournal.com profile] mbarr and [livejournal.com profile] wildblueyonder2's apartment. They let me fry beignets in their kitchen. Much fun. Much tasty sugary goodness.

Day 13: last day to recuperate before returning to work. I think that was also the day I realized that wearing the sneakers was hopeless, as they had worn too far and were now rubbing my toe. Didn't do anything too interesting that I can recall.

Day 14-17: Back to work. Wearing shoes other than my sneakers. A different pair each day, as each set was rubbing in a different place. Also saw two doctors - turns out I have enflamed eyelashes - or eyelids, anyway. And $35 later (plus the appointment cost), I have a prescription cream to put on my eyelids. And was it on Day 16 that I went to Barnes and Noble and had fun buying calendars half price? A crochet calendar (as in, a whole box of crochet patterns that just happen to have dates on them) for myself, a magnetic poetry calendar, and two weather calendars for my students, since I may be teaching Earth Science next quarter. And on Day 14, I ordered new sneakers online.

Day 17 also included a trip down to JH's synagogue, and the usual hour walk back up - which my feet somehow survived.

Day 18 saw me reunited with [livejournal.com profile] rymenhild, who was here too briefly, but who also got me back in touch with [livejournal.com profile] terriqat and [livejournal.com profile] shirei_shibolim, and I followed them back to their apartment after lunch for more hang-out time. That evening, [livejournal.com profile] rymenhild was off again, and I got to see the second Star Wars movie (as in, the second one made, NOT Episode II) with friends.

I also began to crochet a mobius strip shawl. As [livejournal.com profile] mysticengineer pointed out, this is not only a fun project for me, but a way for me to understand the mobius strip a bit better.

Day 19 was mostly spent cleaning up from Day 18. And I think I did some other random stuff too...

Day 20's big highlight was hearing Neil Gaiman speak at the 92nd Street Y. He spent a lot of time speaking about the writing process, which I found useful. And he is also rather entertaining. Plus, I got three books signed (two of which I have actually read before...) I bought all three at Barnes and Noble beforehand - and the best part was, one of them, Anansi Boys, was 50% off - just begging me to buy it! So that was a really great evening.

Which brings us to today. I wonder if my new sneakers have arrived yet...

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