I set up music first (to listen while I unpack), then the bed, then bathroom.

Woo hoo! The truck is leaving now. Of course, my parents aren't here yet, but better this way than them hanging around.

Happy Moving and New Home!!!

So, I am hedging my bets on this job happening. (Frankly, my intuition is saying it's a no.) There was a seat sale yesterday on an airline that's just started a St. John's - Dublin route, so I booked a ticket for next September for a very good price. Wheee!

Oh, I hope it happens for you, Sue!

Oh, I hope it happens for you, Sue!

Que sera sera. Also, my friend just sent me a posting for a job in Rome, so who knows!

Happy moving, Jesse!

Fingers crossed, Sue.

So, the surgeon was supposed to call last night to update me; he didn't. H called this morning just to say he survived the night and he missed me, but to stay put. He should be released anytime before noon. And then another call that since it's the weekend, the surgeon could appear anytime, but probably before 5:00. This surgeon, I sincerely hope he surges better than he's reliably people-skilled.

H seems in remarkably good spirits so far. His fingers are a bit puffy but he can wiggle them, and his wrist is (merely) sore. The good drugz, they are working.

Good news about H! Hope the surgeon appears soon.

I need some sympathy. I took the dog for a walk and -- wait, backstory: my left ankle is a pigfucker that occasionally just decides to collapse outward, so my leg-foot combo is in an L shape; it's disconcerting and painful, but I generally regain my footing and limp away -- while we were walking, my pigfucker ankle decided to collapse outward, and I couldn't recover my footing. I fell, hard, and hit my face either on the pavement or one of those big hard plastic rolly-cart trash cans. And I caught myself with my right hand, which is scraped up horribly and my wrist hurts something fierce. And I landed on my right hip, which is really pissed at me right now.

So, in the 3 seconds before my pigfucker ankle collapsed, I noticed that someone was going up the steps to our neighbors' house, and it wasn't our neighbors. I assume visitors. Then I fell, and in the back of my head I was thinking, "Please don't have noticed. Please don't have noticed." Two seconds passed, and I heard a voice from their porch, asking, "Did someone fall?" So I yelled "I'm okay!" and popped up like I was spry and didn't just bash my face on something super hard and painful. And again they asked, "Did you fall? Are you okay?" And at this point I'm already crying, and I can't see through the tears to tell if it IS our neighbor or just their visitors, so I turn around to head back home and yell, again, "I'm fine, thanks!" and beat as hasty of a retreat as I can.

Tim made me put ice on my face and cleaned up my hand.

My face hurts. My wrist hurts. My hip hurts. My ankle is a jerk. Boo, ankle. We don't like you.

Aw, shit, Steph. Fuck that pigfucker of an ankle. I hate falling and having witnesses. I hope the pain subsides soon.

I have a weird medical annoyance - so, I have a couple skin tags around my neck, and yesterday I noticed one was bleeding, I assume it got irritated by the first scarf wearing occasion of the year. But it is being a pain in the ass! Super sensitive/painful, still bleeding a little bit.

I think I may need to go to a dermatologist anyway, because while inspecting this skin tag, I noticed another one behind it and it's like, mole colored, and I don't think that can be good.

Stupid skin!

Tep, I'm sorry! You might want to think about wearing a brace on that ankle everyday. 'Cuz it's not going to get stronger. It'll probably get worse. (Sorry for the Eeyore, but...getting older, soft tissue damage, blah blah blah.)

Nora, get that looked after! Skin cancer moves very fast and is extremely difficult to treat. Not that you have it, but...it's much better to be over cautious on that front.

Take care of yourselves, my friends!

Nora, skin tags are annoying as hell. Plus, I think the recommendation is to see a dermatologist once a year for a check that nothing funky has appeared. (Not that I adhere to that schedule; I'm just here to dispense info.)

You might want to think about wearing a brace on that ankle everyday. 'Cuz it's not going to get stronger. It'll probably get worse. (Sorry for the Eeyore, but...getting older, soft tissue damage, blah blah blah.)

I'm not getting older!

...wait. t checks calendar Huh. So I am. Poop.

I do have a really good sports-medicine grade ankle brace for rehab that I got after a spectacular sprain. I had to wear that thing for months. It laces up and has velcro straps that wrap under and around the foot to stabilize it. I don't think that level of support is called for right now, but I might find my stretchy ankle brace and wear it when I walk the dog. If I can face the neighbors.

Tim thinks I'm getting a black eye. I told him it was just my normal undereye shadows. And I don't think I hit the trash can with my general eye area; I swear it was just my nose. Do you get a black eye with a broken nose?

...how would I know if I broke my nose? Would it hurt to move it back and forth with my fingers? Because I am, and it doesn't.

Yeah, once I get a relationship with this dermatologist, I'll keep to a regular schedule. I think the last time I had my moles inspected was when I first moved here, my GP did that. Anyway, Tom forwarded me a list of folks and I'll call first thing on Monday.

I think a broken nose would hurt like hell if you were to move it with your fingers.