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Jun. 12th, 2023 09:54 pmWhile transferring pills from the big 4x7 staging box to the smaller weekly case with the individual day sticks, I dropped one small pill under the desk.
Thanks to Saturday night's IKEA run, I could just tap on the light that illuminates that cavern and spot it. So I did a modified squat to retrieve it.
When I felt it, I realized I had made a tactical error.
When I got up to get food, I realized that hobbling as far as the kitchen from my desk is about an 8 or 9 on any normal pain scale. I advised Alex that I was not going to be able to help catch Yellface for her pilling.
Yellface led Alex a merry chase. Several attempts later, Alex finally captured the Yell in the Catbag. The Yell promptly terror-peed. While Alex dealt with the new pisscouch situation, Yellface slunk out.
Belovedest works late tonight, of course. They caught Yellface after they got home. I stuck the buttered pill in her mouth. She spat it out. I called for assistance finding and retrieving the pill. The second rejection was less of an ejection. Finally I got it down her. Meanwhile, Belovedest took up the Nature's Miracle.
I laid out my plan. Belovedest was going to escort me to the bathroom, then to bed. Not because I wanted to sleep it off, but because I knew that was the best place to be when injured and in pain: horizontal, with a large number of helpful things within reach.
I got as far as the kitchen chair. I requested that Belovedest grab the wheely boi from the porch or the transfer chair from the garage. The reasonable place to set the wheely boi was the hall, given the recycling sprawl in the kitchen. I limped over and tried sitting. Belovedest tried pushing me backwards.
The wheels didn't budge. I stopped them before they toppled me. We tried another way. That didn't go much better. I got up (I, of course, am making bad noises this whole time) and in the process of getting turned around, I caught two of my left toes in or on something, which sent me staggering and screaming down the hall, knowing this was part 2 of a really nasty fall. I fortunately caught the bathroom doorframe, which arrested the fall still in stage 2. "I'm fine!" I called out to the rest of the house, only half incorrectly.
The bathroom was uneventful.
The rolly boi proved ineffective at traversing the rest of the hall under load, even with the wheels in the correct orientation. After yelling my way into bed, Belovedest brought me the things I requested. Including the banishment of the rolly boi and the bringing forth of a transfer chair.
And here I am.
This has made my overall hip situation somewhat worse, with more pain when not moving, and yelling pain when shifting position. If I don't feel better tomorrow, I may contemplate getting some kind of urgent appointment.
Thanks to Saturday night's IKEA run, I could just tap on the light that illuminates that cavern and spot it. So I did a modified squat to retrieve it.
When I felt it, I realized I had made a tactical error.
When I got up to get food, I realized that hobbling as far as the kitchen from my desk is about an 8 or 9 on any normal pain scale. I advised Alex that I was not going to be able to help catch Yellface for her pilling.
Yellface led Alex a merry chase. Several attempts later, Alex finally captured the Yell in the Catbag. The Yell promptly terror-peed. While Alex dealt with the new pisscouch situation, Yellface slunk out.
Belovedest works late tonight, of course. They caught Yellface after they got home. I stuck the buttered pill in her mouth. She spat it out. I called for assistance finding and retrieving the pill. The second rejection was less of an ejection. Finally I got it down her. Meanwhile, Belovedest took up the Nature's Miracle.
I laid out my plan. Belovedest was going to escort me to the bathroom, then to bed. Not because I wanted to sleep it off, but because I knew that was the best place to be when injured and in pain: horizontal, with a large number of helpful things within reach.
I got as far as the kitchen chair. I requested that Belovedest grab the wheely boi from the porch or the transfer chair from the garage. The reasonable place to set the wheely boi was the hall, given the recycling sprawl in the kitchen. I limped over and tried sitting. Belovedest tried pushing me backwards.
The wheels didn't budge. I stopped them before they toppled me. We tried another way. That didn't go much better. I got up (I, of course, am making bad noises this whole time) and in the process of getting turned around, I caught two of my left toes in or on something, which sent me staggering and screaming down the hall, knowing this was part 2 of a really nasty fall. I fortunately caught the bathroom doorframe, which arrested the fall still in stage 2. "I'm fine!" I called out to the rest of the house, only half incorrectly.
The bathroom was uneventful.
The rolly boi proved ineffective at traversing the rest of the hall under load, even with the wheels in the correct orientation. After yelling my way into bed, Belovedest brought me the things I requested. Including the banishment of the rolly boi and the bringing forth of a transfer chair.
And here I am.
This has made my overall hip situation somewhat worse, with more pain when not moving, and yelling pain when shifting position. If I don't feel better tomorrow, I may contemplate getting some kind of urgent appointment.
