Day 2 of Don't Move.

[lagilman]

Well, I woke up this morning and thought "okay, things don't hurt..." And then I actually tried to move the leg in question, and it hurt.

So I spent the entire day on the sofa.

The entire day, except for slow, careful trips to the bathroom, or the kitchen (about ten steps away).

Those of you who have met me in person know something of my *erm* kinetic personality. Even when I'm sitting at my desk I tend to move, and a day without some kind of of physical expression - going for a walk, going to the gym, dancing just to burn off energy -- is rare. In fact, it doesn't happen. I move.

Today, despite having a metric plateload of work to keep me occupied, has not been fun. However, I've managed to read and reject 2 manuscripts, write the memo suggesting 1 manuscript for acquisition, and read most of an Endeavor nominee for judging, plus packing up various books and bookplates for mailing whenever I can get to the post awful. Oh, and pay bills online, yay?

Oh, and also got involved in the best way for a French aristo vampire to murmur sweet nothings in his lover's ear, for someone else's book. Some days my job's weirder than others.

Meanwhile, had to go through several rounds of "who's got the 'script?" with CVS -- despite my calling in the refill last night, to be picked up today after 5, when T showed up they claimed to have no record of it. When I called them to ask WTF, however, they "suddenly" found it. Morons. Hopefully will be able to get it tomorrow, as I really shouldn't miss a day of the thyroid meds. :-(

Tonight, muscle relaxants, and hopefully some writing. Or not, depending on how groggy I get.

Tomorrow, I've been told it's okay to spend more time on my feet, so long as I don't try for stairs or any kind of energetic movement. *twitch* I wonder how they define "energetic...."


Oh, and this will only be of interest to the wine geeks of a certain bent, but I found it fascinating: French Authorities Approve Four New Appellations

Comments

[karenmiller.livejournal.com]

So sorry you're hobbling wounded! That's crappy. I tore a calf muscle taking a curtain call once, so I know how you feel. Seriously, you might need some physio. I've always regretted not doing physio. Get better soon!

[neadods.livejournal.com]

Ow, ow, ow, I'm so sorry!

[safewrite.livejournal.com]

I wish you wellness! *Hugs* and welcome to most of my last year (hip replacement). I'm glad the French aristo vampires are helping you ;-)

Here's some of what kept me sane: seeing my "to be read" pile finally get smaller, and an online membership with Netflix helped when I was twitchy with inactivity. You'll get better, and just think of how much fun it will be to be yourself again.

[mtlawson.livejournal.com]

::snicker::

As far as activity levels go, you sound like my wife's sister. I don't suppose you've considered race walking?

Tonight, muscle relaxants, and hopefully some writing.

Good luck with the relaxants. I'm jealous; I'm allergic to naproxen.

[mtlawson.livejournal.com]

Oh, and the wine appellations are interesting. Sounds like the primary motivator was marketing in the case of the first three, and one could make an argument in the fourth as well.

[lagilman]

Oh, the appellations have always been about marketing! The difference of a single acre moves a wine from one price level to another, simply by making it more desirable. The trick is to have the appellations mean something, that there actually is a difference in the soil and the vines. So breaking out new categories means they've recognized that there's something about that particular area that sets it apart and makes it worthy of notice.

This is why, in Italy, there was such a foofah about rumors that the wrong grapes were being used to make a particular kind of wine. You have to keep the categories honest!

[For those of you who've read FLESH AND FIRE, there's a reason I went with "first growth" to describe the pre-Sin Washer vines, and it wasn't just because they came first!]

[mtlawson.livejournal.com]

And if your appellation has the equivalent of Chernobyl on the title, little wonder that it won't sell. (Except maybe to people who really think that they'll get super powers if they ingest radioactive wine.)

[rosefox]

Many people missed you and sent you well-wishes tonight. We have some things to give you, too, so let me know if you want to try to make it down here (maybe on the bus?) for your exercise or if you'd rather sinboy drop them off.

[kateelliott.livejournal.com]

My sympathies. I would be climbing the walls. Hang in there.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Ouch. Take care.