Michael: (holding up my new and jealously guarded cell phone) I’ve got your phone! I’ve got your phone!
Michelle: (look)
Michael: I’m putting your phone down now.

It’s now been 11 weeks since I broke my ankle.

Had another doctor appointment this morning, including more x-rays.

There’s still a visible fracture in the x-ray, however, he wasn’t worried about it as he could see where the bone has been and is being rebuilt. I’ll still have to deal with pain & swelling for the next six to eight months, but that is completely normal. He said it’s also fine more me to keep taking OTC pain killers as needed, which was reassuring. Having never broken anything before, I’ve been having a hard time gauging what is an acceptable level of pain and recover and swelling. I’m glad to hear everything is normal.

We discussed the possibility of taking the hardware out of my ankle, but as that would require another surgery (and I’d be off my feet AGAIN I figure) he said I should be fine with things the way they are, however, if I discover the plate and screws are bothering me, they can be taken out.

I go back to see him the beginning of October, but he is happy with my progress, and so am I.

Today’s word: fan

Many thanks to everyone who has sent cards and letters to my grandmother, and special thanks to Natalie who recycled a box of books in Grandmom’s direction!

Jeri posted a question about Geek Women & Clothing, and my first thought was, “are you kidding me?”

Jeri’s questions were raised by this essay on Clothes & Geek Feminism, which addresses the question in a slightly different manner, but still, it bothers me.

I am who I am. I dress in a manner that makes me comfortable, and I feel makes me look approachable–after all, my job is to help people. I rarely wear make-up, because that’s who I am and it’s the way I’ve always been.

This question puts my hackles up, because I’ve spent a great deal of time getting comfortable with myself in my own skin, and I don’t see why I should have to dress in an manner as dictated by anyone just to properly classify myself as a true geek.

In my opinion, what people see when they look at me is shown as much by my projected attitude as by what I wear. My goal is to look competent, approachable, and helpful, and in my opinion, I show that through my attitude. I do not dress to conform to anyone’s ideas and attitudes of who I am, I dress to be comfortable and to do my job.

For me, the point of being a geek is taking delight in who I am and the things that make me happy. If a geeky t-shirt makes me happy, then that’s great. If a silk suit makes someone else happy, good for them.

If people think I lack “geek cred” because I dress–or fail to dress–in a specific manner, that is their problem, not mine.

This evening, I am thankful for satellite radio, because without it I’d not be listening to Wynton Marsalis expound upon jazz.

Really lucky! I got to spend time yesterday with Julliene!

It’s now been 10 weeks since I broke my ankle.

During the first six weeks, I knew how long it had been precisely, because I knew how long it would be before the doctor would let me put weight on my foot. The days and weeks were interminable and it seems as if the day would never arrive when I could actually walk again.

The past four weeks have gone past almost in a blur. I had to go to the calendar and count the number of weeks, because I wasn’t certain precisely how long it had been.

That, strangely enough, makes the bad days harder. The first weeks of recovery crawled by and I was aware of the passing of every day. Now, time has resumed it’s normal course and every once in awhile I forget that I am healing from a broken ankle, which makes it all the more frustrating when I am forcefully reminded of this fact.

Be that as it may, I am still continuing to heal well. Stairs are an issue only when I’m very tired or sore, and I am almost back up to normal walking speeds.

The leg is still weak, however, and I still need to lose the weight I put on during six weeks of forced inactivity. But I’m getting there. I can do the work I need to and I will get back to normal.

I just have to be patient.

Happy birthday Michael!

My most favorite husband EVER!

Really!

Vince one the last one. Not that I remembered to send him a prize, but he did.

I’ll start:

Furry
Sitting and shedding
Goddamnit! Stay out of my chair!

Why? Because I’m staring at Kit right now and nothing else came to mind.

Today’s word: fur

Reality in Science Fiction and History via Dr Phil)

Periodic Table of Irrational Nonsense

Fun & Intrigue with the Periodic Table of Elements

electric boogaloo

Indistinguishable from Magic

My garden is still a mess, and probably will be for the remainder of the year. I’m still not 100% yet, it’s too hot, and we’ve been traveling too much.

Luckily, I’ve done so much work over the past several years, much of the garden is self-maintaining, and doing well with benign neglect.

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Saturday we went to visit Grandmom. She’s been in a rehab facility relearning to stand up and walk and climb stairs again.

The facility where she is getting her rehab is really marvelous. We went to the back, which is like a small park with huge shade trees and even play areas for kids–very beautiful.

Grandmom still has a lot of work ahead of her, but she’s getting better, and she is in good spirits–thanks again to everyone who has sent her cards–you all are wonderful!

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