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Dec. 20th, 2019 08:24 pmTGIF. Not only does it being Friday mean I don't have to go to work tomorrow, it means I only have one more day in the boot, known since yesterday as the Iron Maiden. I can't move my ankle at all in it (which, granted, is the point), and it's heavy, and it makes loud velcro noises when I walk, and it's sanding the skin off my calf in a couple of places, and I walk funny in the air cast after I take the Iron Maiden off because I'm used to walking funny. I have to remind myself not to.
I bought a new air cast this morning because the straps sag on the old one and I don't want to go outdoors in it. I bet the straps on the new one are annoying in their own way, and what do I want for $30, but at least I can try. Hell of a Christmas present, though. But I met Dr. F in the hallway after lunch and he gave me a card with a couple of gift cards in it (B&N and Starbucks), so I did get a real Christmas present today.
I also, finally, took care of FedExing that stupid letter to Egypt. They weren't content with the first two versions, and when we sent the PDF of the third version they demanded a hard copy. So, one trip to FedEx in Coolidge Corner and $78.57 later (which I can't get reimbursed for until mid-January), the hard copy is on its way to Giza. I'm crossing that one off the list with a Sharpie on Monday. Normally I write my to-do lists in pencil because they change.
Today's other accomplishment was sorting out all the materials for Oral Health Day, which is January 8 so I won't be there. In an ideal world, I would spend most of January 8 underwater. But anyway, whoever does it only has to take one paper bag and one box for each of four different rooms at HMS over there, and none of the above are so heavy they can't be carried. (Granted, I'm biased because I'm used to carrying 40-60 lb of kitty litter. But I'd be surprised if any box weighs more than 20 lb.)
I came clean to the dive shop travel crew about the ankle, too. On December 14 I had filled out a form that included "Anything medical we should know?", which there wasn't until the next afternoon. But I knew they had to know about the ankle, so I reported it, despite being afraid they would say I couldn't dive. I got an email back that said diving in a soft ankle brace is perfectly fine, so I might just end up doing that. But it means I'm definitely stuck in the Iron Maiden until Sunday and definitely stuck in the air cast until New Year's. Hopefully I can find some more knee socks and keep the air cast from sanding any more of my skin off.
Tomorrow I must go to the olive oil store and buy Mom's Christmas present (I was going to do that tonight after FedEx, but I forgot until I was too far in the other direction to go back), and I must go to Whole Foods and try to find good frozen shrimp for Christmas Eve. Fortunately Whole Foods is on the way home from the olive oil store, and then I can spend the rest of the day at home in the air cast.
Memo to self: don't forget to tell the Soup Shack to leave off the cilantro, next time. The duck ramen was quite nice, when I could eat around the nasty weed.
Mission accomplished, in that I was trying not to go to bed at 8:30 and it's already 9:00.
I bought a new air cast this morning because the straps sag on the old one and I don't want to go outdoors in it. I bet the straps on the new one are annoying in their own way, and what do I want for $30, but at least I can try. Hell of a Christmas present, though. But I met Dr. F in the hallway after lunch and he gave me a card with a couple of gift cards in it (B&N and Starbucks), so I did get a real Christmas present today.
I also, finally, took care of FedExing that stupid letter to Egypt. They weren't content with the first two versions, and when we sent the PDF of the third version they demanded a hard copy. So, one trip to FedEx in Coolidge Corner and $78.57 later (which I can't get reimbursed for until mid-January), the hard copy is on its way to Giza. I'm crossing that one off the list with a Sharpie on Monday. Normally I write my to-do lists in pencil because they change.
Today's other accomplishment was sorting out all the materials for Oral Health Day, which is January 8 so I won't be there. In an ideal world, I would spend most of January 8 underwater. But anyway, whoever does it only has to take one paper bag and one box for each of four different rooms at HMS over there, and none of the above are so heavy they can't be carried. (Granted, I'm biased because I'm used to carrying 40-60 lb of kitty litter. But I'd be surprised if any box weighs more than 20 lb.)
I came clean to the dive shop travel crew about the ankle, too. On December 14 I had filled out a form that included "Anything medical we should know?", which there wasn't until the next afternoon. But I knew they had to know about the ankle, so I reported it, despite being afraid they would say I couldn't dive. I got an email back that said diving in a soft ankle brace is perfectly fine, so I might just end up doing that. But it means I'm definitely stuck in the Iron Maiden until Sunday and definitely stuck in the air cast until New Year's. Hopefully I can find some more knee socks and keep the air cast from sanding any more of my skin off.
Tomorrow I must go to the olive oil store and buy Mom's Christmas present (I was going to do that tonight after FedEx, but I forgot until I was too far in the other direction to go back), and I must go to Whole Foods and try to find good frozen shrimp for Christmas Eve. Fortunately Whole Foods is on the way home from the olive oil store, and then I can spend the rest of the day at home in the air cast.
Memo to self: don't forget to tell the Soup Shack to leave off the cilantro, next time. The duck ramen was quite nice, when I could eat around the nasty weed.
Mission accomplished, in that I was trying not to go to bed at 8:30 and it's already 9:00.
