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Started physical therapy for my wrist yesterday. The PT confirmed what the doc said. Basically "Wow, this is bad. You've been living with this for how long?" Impressed the hell out of the PT and the trainee/observer with my hand strength (72 pounds for each hand), flexibility (my range of motion in my wrist is, apparently, quite remarkable), and pain tolerance (she kept asking "are you sure this doesn't hurt?"). I'm supposed to go for treatments three times a week for four weeks and then we see from there. I have exercises to do, but I forgot to bring my heating pad to work and I'm supposed to warm the arm first. So maybe we start those tomorrow.
Today is International Women's Day. I direct you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misia's LJ for some inspirational reading.
From lotsa folks, my job meme:
Sales clerk in the lingerie section of a department store (my first job)
Computer support at the comp center at KU
Sales and sales support at CompUSA (was much more fun than you might think)
Computer support for Hill's Pet Nutrition (absolute misery)
Managed computer lab at KU
Receptionist for business design firm
Graduate secretary for English department (current)
I will add my voice to the Frienditto fracas: If you have joined or plan to join this ...thing, please tell me so I can remove you from my friends list. Thanks. Nothing personal, I just don't need my dirty laundry aired for the world.
And finally, a small rant:
Most of my journal readers know that there is some drama going on in my life at the moment. It's hard and it sucks for everyone. I take support where I can get it, but I've gotten to the point where I can't read the comments to the posts of the other parties involved because it seems that, with few exceptions, everyone keeps saying "Good luck to you both," "Thinking of you both," "You'll both get through this," etc. What am I? A fucking potted plant? I know it's petty, and most of the comments are coming from people who've never met me and possibly don't think too highly of me. But it stings. Thanks to those of you who've written me privately to say "I'm thinking of you." It means more to me than I can say.
That said, this is not a call for a deluge of "I'm sorry" comments or emails. It's just a vent. I'm not trying to make some drama-inciting statement. The last thing I want is more fucking drama. OK? So just don't. Please.
Today is International Women's Day. I direct you to
misia's LJ for some inspirational reading.From lotsa folks, my job meme:
I will add my voice to the Frienditto fracas: If you have joined or plan to join this ...thing, please tell me so I can remove you from my friends list. Thanks. Nothing personal, I just don't need my dirty laundry aired for the world.
And finally, a small rant:
Most of my journal readers know that there is some drama going on in my life at the moment. It's hard and it sucks for everyone. I take support where I can get it, but I've gotten to the point where I can't read the comments to the posts of the other parties involved because it seems that, with few exceptions, everyone keeps saying "Good luck to you both," "Thinking of you both," "You'll both get through this," etc. What am I? A fucking potted plant? I know it's petty, and most of the comments are coming from people who've never met me and possibly don't think too highly of me. But it stings. Thanks to those of you who've written me privately to say "I'm thinking of you." It means more to me than I can say.
That said, this is not a call for a deluge of "I'm sorry" comments or emails. It's just a vent. I'm not trying to make some drama-inciting statement. The last thing I want is more fucking drama. OK? So just don't. Please.