Mom and Dad's Grandfish

Today, a new member of the family made his entrance into the apartment, with as little fuss and bother as we could accomplish. Now, five hours later, he is comfortably nestled in his 2L tank with his three fake plants, flattened marbles on the floor, and a light which will keep the water temperature just right. We have no photos as yet, but hopefully soon we'll be able to share our little bundle of joy with the rest of you. In the meantime, if anyone can think of a good name for a blue and red (with a little green and purple mixed in) betta fish, please post in the comment section. Currently, we're playing with three from the movie Finding Nemo: Crush, Jellyman, or Sharkbait.

Extolling the virtues of tape

What a marvelous invention! It can hold together packages, can protect fingers when doing immense amounts of paper folding, can be used as a lint remover, and, properly applied, can hold a person in proper posture for approximately 24 hours. At least, that seems to be my maximum so far.

The good news is that I've noticed some improvement so far with physio. The muscles are loosening and strengthening as required, and are now only being held back by my inflexible nerves. I'm working on it, slowly. Don't want to hurt myself worse, but I am pushing them each day.

On Sunday, I am refreshing a friend's memory of foil, and will hopefully try one bout. We shall see.

In which Ness gets busy again

As if I ever stopped? My goodness!

No, I have signed up for a correspondence course through Athabasca University for the fall term. The simple facts are that none of the fall courses even came close to fitting into my schedule, and Athabasca was offered up to me by the undergrad advisor as a viable alternative. I leapt. Come September, I will be fervently studying Canadian Drama. It has a video component. I am thrilled!

Winter is still up in the air, but I can't actually apply before Monday, so I'm going to take some time this weekend to work out which courses might work for me, and email the professors to see about their permissions.

Physio proves to be interesting. My God, the muscles they're having me work are weak! Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak... I also shocked myself by not freaking out when the physiotherapist did acupuncture on my arms, and pushed the needles in my elbows in about three centimetres. I freaked out the next day with my annual blood test, so I suppose it evens out. I'm also a little disturbed by how not flexible my nerves are. Ten reps of the "neural flossing" stretch is enough to send tingles and numbness through my hands. Pick an arm on any given day; the one that's worse seems to switch about that often.

Fencing tonight has me bringing my epees and sabre so the beginners can play with them. *cries*

Thirteen days until take-off for Denmark. I shall be working Saturday to try and get caught up enough that I can leave knowing I did everything I could.

Two more months, I believe, and Mike is officially my husband, if only commonlaw. Where did four months go? Can I have them back? I'd like to savour them, every second.

And when I get a moment, I'm going to redesign this damn blog, 'cause I can't figure out why the post is popping down below the image. Damnit! :)

Getting on with my nerves

Monday was my first physio appointment regarding my hand troubles. After being variously stretched in all kinds of fun and interesting directions, the physiotherapist told me that, in both arms but more so on the left, the flexibility of my nerves is atrocious. Nerves, he said, are not like muscles. They are not particularly interested in being stretched. In fact, stretch them too much, and you will pay (and pay and pay). They really don't like it. But if I can walk the fine line between just enough and too much, then sensation will return to my hands, and I will start getting better.

So, after two visits, I have one stretch, four exercises, and have been alternately taped into proper shoulder position, which was more and more painful the longer I sat in my (soon to be replaced, hopefully) evil office chair, and had six pins stuck into my arms (considering my needle phobia, I'm surprised I didn't absolutely freak out with how far they buried the ones into my elbows!). What I don't have is carpal tunnel. Huzzah!

Taken in perspective, of course, having something wrong with my nerves isn't the best either. If the problem had been muscular... Well, muscles take stretching a lot better than nerves do. Each of the four exercises inspires some tingling and numbness in my hands and arms. I'm going to have to take it very slowly and carefully. A bonus, of course, is that some muscles will be worked, stretched and strengthened as a result.

This will be a slow process, but I have hope now, and I know what the issue is, and that's better than wandering around in the dark and (let's face it) making things worse.

In other news, Harry Potter VI was briefly in my possession, before I wisely gave it over to my parents for safekeeping. I am determined not to read it before the trip to Denmark. But it will be... hard...

Golf Epiphany

Most of you may know that I haven't been fencing in what probably approaches six months, the more I think about it, which of course has had a detrimental effect on my overall physical stamina. Yesterday being the company golf tournament, which I was persuaded to participate in by various parties, this became very, very apparent.

I'm no golfer, and we had carts, but at the sixth hole, I stared at the score card and thought to myself, "Good lord, there are twelve more holes?" Before I stopped competing, I could make it through a fair sized round robin, followed by at least one, if not two, direct elimination bouts, twice in one weekend, and felt about the same as I do today. This is sad, very very sad.

On a more positive note, my wrists do feel better. There is still a lot of tension and pressure in my hands, but the pain seems to be less. Either that, or I'm just getting used to it. On this, at least, I will attempt to be optimistic, and say that they hurt less. Whether that translates into a return to fencing for me will be up to the physiotherapist, as soon as I can schedule an appointment.

Realisation

You know you need a vacation, or at the very least a good long night's sleep, when you try to open the elevator door with the "Unlock" button on your car remote, and then can't figure out for about three seconds why on earth it didn't work...

A Much Delayed Update

Being a point-form list of all the important news:

-I have not given up on blogging. :)

-Mike moved in March 25.

-My class is finished.

-Spring cleaning is time-consuming, but so satisfying.

-My wrists are bad. I'm not happy.

And now, an expansion on the above:

I'm back! Sort of... You would think that once two of my commitments ended or took a break, I'd have time for other things, but sadly no. Other things come up to fill the gap. But I haven't given up on blogging, and I have many exciting things to report.

First report is that I no longer live alone. As of this Friday, Mike will have been living with me for a month. Granted, he was on nights for half of that time, so it only feels like a week and a half, really, but, as he says, he officially moved in when his computer made the trip over and found itself a permanent home. I thought it would take more getting used to than it has. But I find that I don't really fall asleep until he's come to bed, that I'm starting to remember that all my clothes are on the top bar in the closet instead of both, and that I'm not cooking and overeating now, because it's much easier to size recipes for two than for one. The only thing I'm having trouble with is remembering that it's not "my place" anymore, but "ours." Old habits die hard.

Second report is that I just got my final marks for my theory class. My lowest grade over the course, barring the dismal first quiz that I rewrote, was an A-, and the highest (for class participation, not surprisingly) was an A+, so it looks like I aced it! It was wonderful, and I had so much fun taking it, even if I did start to burn out at the end there. I'm really looking forward to August, when I can figure out what course I can take next! Sometime this summer, though, I'm going to try to get an appointment with the undergrad advisor (on the advice of my prof), and talk to her about what courses I need to be a viable Masters candidate. Hopefully she can meet outside of work hours...

Third report, spring cleaning. I admit it; I let the housekeeping slide a little while I was in school, working, fencing, and trying to have a life. And I also admit that parts of the apartment need a good deep cleaning, and a good purge of material as well. And, with Mike moved in, I can really see the crunch on space, and the need to be efficient. And Dad built some shelves for the storage room, which are wonderful, because now I can actually start storing stuff down there. All of this together meant that it was time for spring cleaning. So far, I've done the kitchen, under the bed, and the bathroom. That's the majority of it, though it still leaves the closet, which is... scary. But I am determined. Getting the kitchen done was so satisfying, because now it's just clean and there's room in it! I do so love the feeling of clean, and I'll be ecstatic once it's all done.

However, I have to take it slow because of the fourth report. I haven't actually been fencing for about two months because my wrists have been bothering me. A lot. And it's been getting progressively worse. I now have two numb points on my palms, just below my thumbs, the second joint on both pinkies constantly hurts, and at the end of the day, I have to really concentrate on fine motor control. I just got two splints, and if a hand is really bad, I sleep with that one on at night. I'm hoping through a combination of general fitness, stretching, and massage, I can at least stop it from getting worse. But I'm going to ask my doctor for an assessment for carpal tunnel anyway. If that's what it is, I need to catch it early, or I won't be able to work, play, or do anything after a while. Needless to say, I'm not pleased, but I'm doing what I can about it.

So, a post! It was more a news report than a discussion of anything important, but what can you do when you've been bad about posting... I promise to be more reflective at a later date.