Category: Injuries & Illnesses

First rule of order: no more tuna

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No matter how shitty a day you have — and believe me, I had a shitty day — these two things can make it a little bit better:  “No Pussy Blues” by Grinderman and a little lolcat action.

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Man alive, it’s hard to function without your thumb. Buttoning a shirt, signing your name, tying your freaking shoes…all nigh unto impossible. Seriously, I’m convinced that our development of opposable digits is the only thing that’s keeping us in control of the planet right now. If dolphins (or even Jack Russell terriers) ever get thumbs, we are in serious trouble.

I, for one, welcome our delphinine overlords.

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Britain has asked Israel to re-open the case of James Miller, a reporter who was shot by an Israeli officer while filming in Gaza four years ago. I blogged about this three years ago after watching a documentary about Miller on the first anniversary of his death. It was one more tragic story from a region rife with them. This appeal will surely cause an outcry in Israel, but one has to admire Britain’s doggedness in seeking justice for one of her citizens.

[tags]grinderman, lolcat, opposable digits, james miller[/tags]

A song will lift as the mainsail shifts

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That lovely shawl you see up there is, in fact, my new cast. Pretty, no? I didn’t have a choice of colours, so they gave me the clown motif. I’m thinking I’ll need to cover that up.

Good news, though: I should only have to wear it for four weeks, not six or more. It’s also far more comfortable than that blasted splint (so far, anyway) and gives me more use of my fingers…though my thumb is basically useless now. And you know what’s hard to do sans thumb? Tying your shoes. Try it tomorrow. You’ll curse like you’ve never cursed before.

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Quick hits:

  • MC Rove is hiding behind his mommy’s skirts.
  • Irish singer Tommy Makem died. I know very little of Tommy Makem, only that he was a singer and that he performed a beautiful rendition (along with the Clancy Brothers) of “When The Ship Comes In” at Bob Dylan’s 30th anniversary concert several years ago. If you haven’t heard it, you really should. There’s nothing quite like a protest song sung by old Irish men.
  • I want a pair of Joe’s new running shoes. Wish I’d thought of that before my birthday…

[tags]broken wrist, gaudy cast, karl rove, tommy makem, saucony[/tags]

Break. Break.

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Earlier tonight a muscle in my forearm cramped, under the splint/wrap. I tore the whole rig off and tried to massage it out. It hurt like bejeezus. I can’t wait for that to happen when I have the hard cast on.

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I have three days of vacation coming up next week.  Even though I’ll be in this cast and tied to my blackberry, I can’t fucking wait. I really cannot.

[tags]broken bone, vacation[/tags]

In which I am a sook

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Ooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww this hurts. More Advil, please.

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Very cool: the Walk Score, which tells you how convenient your neighbourhood is (for walking to things). Our current home scored a very high 80, and our previous place scored a 73. Friends of ours with houses scored 62 and 51 respectively, pretty good considering the suburbs seem to net scores in the 20s.

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El snappo

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I don’t know what all that stuff up there means, but it’s broken. Slight fracture in the smaller bone in my arm. Less serious than a fracture in the bigger bone, up by the thumb, but they still need to confirm there’s no break there next week. It’s in a soft cast now, but when I go back next week they’ll put it in a hard cast.  Hard cast should last about 6 weeks, so I’ll have to push them to get it off before we go away in September. Don’t want to shlep luggage with a cast on…

[tags]broken wrist[/tags]