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Stitches out
Went to see the doctor today, mostly to get the stitches out (and boy does THAT feel good -- no more insane itching in an area I can't reach (i.e. the elbow of my injured arm)). It's going to leave a lovely scar. The doctor was really impressed by how (relatively) minor our injuries were, considering the sort of accident we were in. He discussed pain management with us and also gave us each referrals for Physical Therapy... although judging by the way he was talking about my next eight to ten weeks of PT, you'd think he was sending me to the gallows. Apparently, there will be even more pain. :-p
Rackham started back to work yesterday (though I suspect the main reason he did is because he was going stir crazy with boredom). He still can't drive and is still pretty stiff and sore (evidently television lied to us and bruised ribs take quite awhile to heal), but is able to get around without the neck brace for extended periods of time.
It felt so good to be out of the house for a bit... the friend who drove us to the appointment dropped Rackham off at work and then took me over by Trader Joe's for a bit of grocery shopping. It was just so wonderful being OUT... it could have been an auto parts store or a garden shop and I would have been just as happy. Of course, it also wore me out completely... I came home and slept for three hours.
In other news, the Coincidence Patrol is still out in full force. A few months ago I started picking up issues of Scientific American again at various locations (I'd had a subscription back in Junior High and loved it, but got distracted by fannish pursuits and switched over to things like Starlog and The Whovian Times (or whatever it was called)). Anyway, I'd been thinking of subscribing again recently, and what popped into my mailbox today but a subscription invitation from Scientific American. All I can think is that they have spies everywhere and were tipped off about my recently renewed interest by undercover agents at the grocery store and Barnes & Noble.
Rackham started back to work yesterday (though I suspect the main reason he did is because he was going stir crazy with boredom). He still can't drive and is still pretty stiff and sore (evidently television lied to us and bruised ribs take quite awhile to heal), but is able to get around without the neck brace for extended periods of time.
It felt so good to be out of the house for a bit... the friend who drove us to the appointment dropped Rackham off at work and then took me over by Trader Joe's for a bit of grocery shopping. It was just so wonderful being OUT... it could have been an auto parts store or a garden shop and I would have been just as happy. Of course, it also wore me out completely... I came home and slept for three hours.
In other news, the Coincidence Patrol is still out in full force. A few months ago I started picking up issues of Scientific American again at various locations (I'd had a subscription back in Junior High and loved it, but got distracted by fannish pursuits and switched over to things like Starlog and The Whovian Times (or whatever it was called)). Anyway, I'd been thinking of subscribing again recently, and what popped into my mailbox today but a subscription invitation from Scientific American. All I can think is that they have spies everywhere and were tipped off about my recently renewed interest by undercover agents at the grocery store and Barnes & Noble.
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