Medically Speaking

Ah, violent wind storms. Driving home through the neighbourhood tonight was like driving through the remains of an Epic Battle fought by large, plastic trash containers.

In other news, after 4 days of sharp, stabby uncomfortableness in my left shoulder (and eight years of general shoulder joint pain, shut up), I finally took myself to the doctor. An hour later, I left with an rx for an anti-inflammatory, an order for some x-rays, and the knowledge that I have “surprisingly good reflexes.” The doctor will likely send me to an orthopedic specialist, but she wants to see the x-rays first.

It took a little over half an hour to get my prescription filled, so I chatted with my mom for a while. She is well, Grandmother is well, Steve is…only slightly less well than his usual.

Grad school applications, GRE scores, and one letter of recommendation are in! Two more letters, and then they can send me my acceptance letter. Aaaany day now. ๐Ÿ™‚

I made a pair of pants last week. Actual, wearable pants. Yes, the one article of clothing that has thwarted me for years and made previously readable sewing instructions morph into incomprehensible Greek has finally submitted to my will. Mostly because of my grandmother’s tutorial. ๐Ÿ™‚ But still! I have committed pantsery Huzzah!!

….the rest of the story

So after the spifftacular email, I spent the rest of my day at work, which was surprisingly painless. We had a visit from the disctrict manager this morning — which means, while I was gone taking final exams, everyone else was busting butt cleaning the store for today. So I came in to a rather slow day (for a Friday) and a spotless store that I didn’t have to clean myself. Great for me, but less fun for all those who spent the last day-and-a-half scouring the store. ย Sorry, guys.

For whatever reason, I craved pizza the entire day…and when I walked in the door at home, the first thing I saw in the kitchen is pizza. Either the universe really loves me today, or I share a slightly psychic bond with my mom.ย 

My money’s on the latter…

I think tonight I shall Make Lists. Is it strange that I find list-making a calm and soothing process? ๐Ÿ™‚