Definitely not the charm. Fortunately I always was more of a seven or thirteen kind of person. The first third time dealt with a ruler. My dad borrowed my shatter-proof plastic ruler maybe a month or two ago without returning it. Well, since I hadn’t been drawing anything that required it, I didn’t hound him about returning it. Apparently I should have. The dog – I am assuming my mom’s chocolate lab – got a hold of it and though it was shatter-proof, it was not chew proof. It was still in one piece upon my discovering of it. Sadly it was chewed up well enough to make the edges no longer straight as well as make sure the ruler couldn’t stay flat on a surface.
Well, last week I went to the grocery store with my dad on Saturday as usual. I couldn’t find any shatter-proof rulers, but I did find rulers and got one that was blue – favorite color. It made it to the cart and made it out of the cart… sadly it made its way out of the cart before we got to the checkout so it was never bought or brought home. Well, later on that day I had to go with my mom on errand running. I found some shatter-proof rulers at Walgreen’s. There were mainly orange, yellow and pink ones – colors I have little care for. Therefore, I looked to see if they had any blue or at least green. Their were some… in the very back of the pole they were filed on. So, I patiently took the rulers out to get to the blue one and then put all the rulers back. I placed the ruler in the cart… it too never made it to the checkout, much less home.
Well, the next day my mom had to go back to Walgreen’s due to an unfulfilled prescription. Dad got me two rulers. They were orange and yellow – my least favorite colors. I would have even settled for the pink. Seeing them, my mom even knew I’d dislike the colors. She didn’t say anything because my dad is easily insulted and would make a fuss. On the bright side… I got two rulers opposed to one and as long as they serve their purpose… the colors shouldn’t matter. Still… two times blue and in the end orange and yellow. Meh.
The other situation is more serious. As said, I’ve been going to yoga classes as my mom’s “moral support” once a week. Well, this week I attended my third class. It was kind of fun for once when it came to the communication level. I’m apparently very flexible. Sadly, my left ankle and wrist are very sensitive, weak areas. Well, Wednesday, they certainly acted up. That night I decided to wear one of my light braces on my arm and the foot brace on my leg. Thursday they began to act up again a great deal by night time… so I tried out my second level arm brace and kept the foot brace on. Friday – today – my neck and upper back had a kink in it, my wrist was still less than wonderful and so was my ankle. I moved to the heavy duty wrist brace, kept on the foot brace and stayed in bed most of the day after doing the chores in order to relax my muscles as much as possible.
They still bothered me when we went out to eat so when we got home I just rested on my bed again for about two hours. Occasionally I massaged my arm muscles, my ankle and tried to relax my shoulders. Eventually, when I felt I got my body as relaxed as I could by doing that, I joined my mom to watch television. There I used the heating pad – something I had used the past three nights.
Mom and I found the scar tissue of the ligament I sprained back in 2007, so I pulverized (massaged) the area as much as I could. Mom also suggested doing a heat and cooling combination on it… so for a while I had an ice pack and then would turn to heat and back again. I got impatient with it after an hour and half and resorted to heating and my own massaging again.
Mom also helped me with my back. She found a knot there that was causing the problem for my neck and shoulder. She massaged it down and I am feeling better there now. Joy. My ankle could still be better. It is sore and I worry about the hill climbing tomorrow. Mom says i should use a wrap instead of the brace. I figure I’ll also lean my weight a bit more to the inner part of my foot tomorrow as well. Hopefully that will help avoid strain.
So yes… three things, three times the curse. Meh.
Oh, yeah… next Friday I will see Mrs. Wynn. That is all.