Actually , practicing breathing properly help a lot of people. It won't cure asthma, but people with asthma tend to hunch forward and shrink their chest space. Practing proper breathing and posture can help during an asthma attack. Also -- if you work at a computer - or in any way hunched forward. Opening up your chest ( eww not that way -- just roll your shoulders back ) and taking deep breaths might energizes you

Actually , practicing breathing properly help a lot of people. It won't cure asthma, but people with asthma tend to hunch forward and shrink their chest space. Practing proper breathing and posture can help during an asthma attack. Also -- if you work at a computer - or in any way hunched forward. Opening up your chest ( eww not that way -- just roll your shoulders back ) and taking deep breaths might energizes you

Thanks, beth.

You know, that like the most important stuff to do that can improve one's life quality, and I don't do them.

Also, to the list: re-learn how to ride bicycles. I knew how when I was 5 (well, that was the time my family lived in a kibbutz).

Humm. I think my world took the Extra Craxy pill today.

Is it the same with yours?

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seconds shir with the Extra Craxy.

WHY did I spring awake at 4:45 am? That is so weird.

Maybe it's because I heard As Buffista injuries go, the piano key in your forehead may be even more awesome than Erin stabbing herself in the ass with her own knife.

Probably, though, it's because my bf gets up at that insano hour and I couldn't fall back asleep.

I have certainly had my prescribed amount of coffee for the day, though. Good thing I can go to bed earlish tonight, though.

My job is muy, muy stressful and I really would like another. There seems to be NO-THING available now. Stupid education field. Ugh -- why didn't I decide this in Mar -- oh, yeah. Preoccupied with stupid surgery, doped by love-endorphins. Stupid body.

Erin, I'm too engronkified to be able to come up with a reasonably encouraging message. So please know that I'm thinking encouraging thoughts at you, even if I can't articulate them.

Also, is there another hymn that uses the tune to "O, Come, All Ye Faithful"? If not, the carillon cathedral across the street is playing Christmas carols disconcertingly early. Usually this time of year, it's an endless stream of patriotic hymns.

::grumblemumbleStudentsComeBackTodaygrumblemumble::

I'm sorry about the 4:45 a.m. thing, Erin, but if that's what it takes to see you on the board, well then I'm not all that sorry.

I keep looking at the Hanna Andersson offerings on ebay, and it's all flea's fault. That's the story I'm telling my DH, anyway.

I think that's perhaps why I'm being hard on myself about the hot pan thing. I never had any major mishaps or ER-type visits as a kid. One that I can remember was my brother, AKA the Prince of Darkness, slamming the car door shut on my hand. The 1972 Dodge Polara which was an absolute land barge of a car, so you know the door weighed like whoa. He claimed he didn't know I was climbing out of the back seat. "Gee Mom, I just forgot she was back there..."

Asshole.

Luckily, nothing was broken. Beyond that, really, very few ER visits in my lifetime. I still (knock on all sorts of wooden substances) have not broken any bones. The worst thing that ever happened to me was ten days after eye surgery, Abby tripped and fell and gouged at the eye that had been operated on. It was fairly gruesome, especially since the operation had been a lensectomy, replacing the natural lens with a rigid fixed-vision lens.

With the current injury, kept the hand covered last night and slathered with aloe gel and it feels much better this morning. Kind of tight and a little sensitive, but not howl at the moon painful like it was last night.

I've been to the ER 3 times: Once when I fell on my head in college (fractured vertebra), once when I crash landed the hang glider (bruised ribs) and once 2-weeks postpartum.

The most dramatic family injury was when my sister got hit in the face with a softball, breaking her nose and occipital bones in various places, but that was as an adult. Her two year old son wouldn't go near her for a week because it looked so ugly.

eta: I hope the hand continues to improve today, Barb!

Oh, goody, ER stories!

My only trip thus far to an ER was in college, due to a rugby injury. I got kneed in the eye and it busted a hole in my eye socket. Had a wear a patch until I got surgery b/c the vision out of my right eye was skewed about 30 degrees, and why, YES, that was over Halloween. Why, NO, I was not thrilled by the 50 million times I heard "You should be a pirate!" (I was contrary and dressed as Eurotrash)

So I have a plastic thingy under my right eye, which you can actually feel the edge of if you know just where to press.