Dec 19
elastic hand stocking
I am wearing an elastic hand stocking. It’s actually an elastic compression stocking my occupational therapist gave me today which I must wear all the time to help the swelling go down. But at one point, she referred to it as the “elastic stocking.”
I also have at-home exercises to perform. I have a handout.
And another appointment on Thursday. And then Tuesday. And then Thursday.
Currently, two Christmas presents are sitting in my bathroom drying. It’s not as gross as it sounds; the bathroom has both a window and a ventilation fan, so it’s the perfect place to spray something that has toxic vapors (”known in the state of California to cause cancer.”)
Great. I didn’t notice that when I bought it. Oh, well. All the more reason for very good ventilation.
My sister will be home soon and wants to decorate the Christmas tree. It looks like she and I will be the sole decorators. The rest of the family is in a state of uncivil war. Or passive-aggressive resistance. Whatever stupid phrase applies.
I guess this quality time with my sister is my reward for videotaping “Gilmore Girls” for her. It hurts. Oh, it hurts.
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