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FLYing: Day 4 Recap, Day 5 Thoughts; Pains
Aug. 4th, 2011 06:45 amThis morning seems rougher. So did last night, come to think of it. The task list I'd set was to clean off my desk, gather the trash, take the trash out to the bins, do dishes (Matt's night to cook), shine sink. However, I'd started working on a weekend checklist, and told Matt about it. One of the things on the weekend checklist was to reorganize the small-appliance shelf in the garage, where we keep (duh) the small appliances, like the blender, rice cooker, bread maker, fryer, etc.
"Well, you can get part of it done tonight. Most of the stuff in front of it needs to go into the trash, anyway," he suggested. This made sense. However, I'd forgotten the heat. This is Arizona. The thermometers we passed on the way home all read around 114 degrees. The garage is not air-conditioned. He left the car in the driveway and the garage door up, and also opened the door from the garage to the kitchen.
I worked on gathering the trash from in front of the shelves. Then I emptied the cans, and noticed how filthy they were. So I decided to scrub them. And scrub them again. Then let them soak.
The door to the kitchen has fake-grass carpeting in front of it, all shredded up near the door where Scamp would dig at it the nights he was locked in the garage. Under the trash-can area, it was all linty and eggshelly and onion-skinny. I tried sweeping it with the broom. Nothing really came free. I looked over at Matt, "If this wasn't glued down, I'd just want to roll it up."
"It's not glued down. Roll it up and shake it?"
"No. Roll it up and TOSS it." So it got tossed. The area in front of the door looks much better now, without the fake grass. I might pick up an entryway mat at some time, something smaller and easier to clean than a giant swath of astroturf.
By this time, I was beat. Hundred-plus temperatures can sap you pretty quick. Luckily, dinner was done, so I washed my hands and sat down.
The downside of the impromptu garage work was that I didn't get to my desk until after dinner and dishes were done, when I was already wiped out. But I persevered, and got most of it cleaned off. I still need to take care of the stuff atop my tower, but the main desk section is done.
Day Four kitchen pictures:
New scrubby; the last one was used for the trash and recycle cans. Once I get the appliance rack resettled, the toaster's going to live there.
Lunchbags on the left, there. I found the shorter one in the garage, scrubbed it out, so Matt can use that one rather than an old grocery bag. My drink's still on the right there; I thought it was out of frame, but I missed.
Day five's task is to "write down what you hear." If I hear any nasty negative internal voices today, I'm to write down what they're saying, and combat them with saying something nice and positive about myself. I haven't heard any yet, just the tired and grumpy voices. I think the pain in my arm is overriding them.
That's something that's ramped up this week. Since 10th grade trig, I've had pain in my elbow. That's when I started being able to "crack" it. The pressure would build up, and when it got to a certain point, I would stretch out my arm and twist. You'd hear a hollow popping sound, and the pressure would dissipate. Around college, the wrist started aching. The doctor at campus health said RSI, and to take 4 ibuprofin at a time (equal to one prescription-strength). Now, I'm waking up with my middle and ring finger numb. I dug out my old carpal tunnel glove, and wearing it during the day seems to help. I may have to try wearing it at night, too, to see if it helps.
Also, my left heel is tender to walk on. I'm definitely getting new shoes and inserts this weekend.
"Well, you can get part of it done tonight. Most of the stuff in front of it needs to go into the trash, anyway," he suggested. This made sense. However, I'd forgotten the heat. This is Arizona. The thermometers we passed on the way home all read around 114 degrees. The garage is not air-conditioned. He left the car in the driveway and the garage door up, and also opened the door from the garage to the kitchen.
I worked on gathering the trash from in front of the shelves. Then I emptied the cans, and noticed how filthy they were. So I decided to scrub them. And scrub them again. Then let them soak.
The door to the kitchen has fake-grass carpeting in front of it, all shredded up near the door where Scamp would dig at it the nights he was locked in the garage. Under the trash-can area, it was all linty and eggshelly and onion-skinny. I tried sweeping it with the broom. Nothing really came free. I looked over at Matt, "If this wasn't glued down, I'd just want to roll it up."
"It's not glued down. Roll it up and shake it?"
"No. Roll it up and TOSS it." So it got tossed. The area in front of the door looks much better now, without the fake grass. I might pick up an entryway mat at some time, something smaller and easier to clean than a giant swath of astroturf.
By this time, I was beat. Hundred-plus temperatures can sap you pretty quick. Luckily, dinner was done, so I washed my hands and sat down.
The downside of the impromptu garage work was that I didn't get to my desk until after dinner and dishes were done, when I was already wiped out. But I persevered, and got most of it cleaned off. I still need to take care of the stuff atop my tower, but the main desk section is done.
Day Four kitchen pictures:
New scrubby; the last one was used for the trash and recycle cans. Once I get the appliance rack resettled, the toaster's going to live there.
Lunchbags on the left, there. I found the shorter one in the garage, scrubbed it out, so Matt can use that one rather than an old grocery bag. My drink's still on the right there; I thought it was out of frame, but I missed.
Day five's task is to "write down what you hear." If I hear any nasty negative internal voices today, I'm to write down what they're saying, and combat them with saying something nice and positive about myself. I haven't heard any yet, just the tired and grumpy voices. I think the pain in my arm is overriding them.
That's something that's ramped up this week. Since 10th grade trig, I've had pain in my elbow. That's when I started being able to "crack" it. The pressure would build up, and when it got to a certain point, I would stretch out my arm and twist. You'd hear a hollow popping sound, and the pressure would dissipate. Around college, the wrist started aching. The doctor at campus health said RSI, and to take 4 ibuprofin at a time (equal to one prescription-strength). Now, I'm waking up with my middle and ring finger numb. I dug out my old carpal tunnel glove, and wearing it during the day seems to help. I may have to try wearing it at night, too, to see if it helps.
Also, my left heel is tender to walk on. I'm definitely getting new shoes and inserts this weekend.
