commodorified | Entries tagged with badonkaklonk

commodorified: You know, if it weren't for the piercings issue I feel like you'd quite enjoy getting an MRI. I mean it's basically an isolation chamber with an experimental industrial soundtrack.

benet: Oh, I have had an MRI, actually. That was my impression although, you know, I was on a looooot of Ativan

And I had already had [unpleasant medically required thing done] so anything shy of that basically seemed like a garden party

commodorified: legit!

well, I'm ripped on codeine to prevent coughing.

I really want to do a track called Pelvic MRI now

benet: Might need to be an installation...

commodorified: I like it. Can I do the voice?

benet: the voice?

commodorified: You know: "the next segment will be four minutes of noise"

benet: oh yeah!

commodorified: You can do the "hold still" parts, your voice is more menacing

benet: You know, we kid, but a convincing MRI simulator that doesn't cost a packet a go might actually be useful for anxiety

commodorified: Hmm with the heavy blanket of soothing and the nice breeze. I do like the breeze.

benet: Actually I was thinking for anxiety about having an MRI

commodorified: Oh. I find them, um, pleasingly womblike.

I'm a hopeless freak, aren't I?

benet: No, I think it makes sense.

commodorified: Add a lightshow on the ceiling and I'd do them for fun.

benet: I mean, my ideal bed is basically a cave.

commodorified: Last time I didn't get the heavy blanket or the airflow so that was more twitchy.

This time they put a weighted blanket over my pelvis so my breathing wouldn't move it. Much nicer.

benet: I cannot remember those things but I prob had the blanket.

Crossposts: http://commodorified.livejournal.com/493240.html

Roller Derby Fresh Meat, Week 2 (for the three people who care, and for my own records):

Did not cry. Did not puke. Right leg seized up three times in that "oh crap, that's the bursitis" way that means that I have got to go and rest for a few minutes and until I do so nothing is going to make that leg a) hold my weight b) bend c) stop burning as if it were on fire.

My new motto is "I will fall when I have no other choice, and not one second before".

On the bright side, I'm, um, getting better at skating on only my left foot?

Went for pho after and ate it very cautiously. I'm not kidding about the puking: that level of pushing my limits plus leg pain plus the shock of falling a lot = rebellious abdominals and an overwhelming urge to hurl.

Carried my own gear up the stairs and spread it to dry. (Seriously, last week

fairestcat carried my gear bag upstairs for me after practice and

random laid all my gear out to dry and air because a) my spouses are the awesomest and b) ... I may have whimpered when I tried to grab my gear bag out of the car.

Also last week was Jack, Cola, and Percoset in the tub and this week is Tramadol and Gin in bed. So that's an improvement. (Yes, I know that's dangerous. I have a chronic, incurable, pain-causing condition. My physician knows I do this sort of thing occasionally, and she quite frankly prefers it to having me use the strength of opioid I'd need without the booze so PLEASE DO NOT LECTURE ME. As one of the Vorkosigan siblings says in Mirror Dance or thereabouts, I am a PROFESSIONAL of pain.

Things to work on when I am fresh and off skates so that I will become able to do them at the end of the practice without flopping like a carp: Planks. Planks with leg work. Pushups. Standing on one leg. Squats on one leg. Leg lifts.

Things to work on whenever I get some free time on skates: footwork. Footwork. Footwork. More footwork. Getting up from a fall or single or double knee-stop or a baseball slide faster. Transitions. Environmental awareness. Jumps.

Crossposts: http://commodorified.livejournal.com/447119.html

The Carleton Sports Medicine Clinic can fit me in next Tuesday afternoon!

I could, in theory, be pain-free by Tuesday evening derby practice!

Also, I have GORGEOUS new skates. *LOVES THEM*. They fit wonderfully. They feel amazing.

Also, really REALLY good kneepads.

I AM EXCITED.

Crossposts: http://commodorified.livejournal.com/444171.html

The more I do towards making my hip better, the worse my knee gets. There's an impressive temperature difference between my two legs atm, too.

I mean, I know precisely what's wrong: I do any exercise at all and the swelling of the bursae starts causing restricted circulation and nerve impingement and also displacing the tops of several things which terminate at the knee just enough to cause trouble at the bottom.

Not exercising, however, makes me crazy, does nothing to fix the various imbalances that are causing this whole problem, and leaves me unfit and therefore both unhappy and more vulnerable to additional trouble.

The cortisone shots appointment can't happen soon enough. And I have just been persuaded to buy the GOOD (read: $75) kneepads for skating in.

Because 1) That's ouchy but also less than the cost of two physio appointments.

And 2) I had managed to forget between my high school days and now just how badly I cope with knee pain.

Crossposts: http://commodorified.livejournal.com/443509.html

The hips are considerably better, but by no means fixed. The anti-inflammatories are murdering my stomach lining, so I'll be getting cortisone shots shortly. This will not remove the need for physio, it just buys me some slack to do said physio more effectively without causing myself massive pain.

Nevertheless, I have taken up roller derby. Nobody ever said I had sense, though for at least this year and possibly forever I will be refereeing rather than playing. I am both Excited and Trepidatious.

Signing up as a ref is definitely the way to go if one is interested in a sport but unsure of or insecure about one's welcome. Basically, you say "Hello, I'd like to spend many of my weekends and a certain amount of my own cash enabling your sport to continue, who do I speak to about that?" Be sure to brace yourself, lest the Head Ref, in her excitement at the prospect of being one step closer to the quasi-mythical condition of Enough Refs, crack your ribs when she clasps you to her bosom.

Talking of bosoms, derby girls are hot, and I am about to be given nigh-unlimited permission to whistle at them. My life. So hard.

I have made a roller derby icon, of which I am ridiculously fond.

, for the lj folks.

I am currently reading Helen MacInnes, who I find like very much indeed, and rereading Ian Fleming, who is a really good read once you figure out how to cope with the large wodges of Fail - my personal approach is that I do not actually LIKE Book!Bond very much, as a person - he's a great character, but that's different - so I quietly attribute the fail to him seeing the world through jerk-coloured glasses and move on. This MOSTLY works.

I am still getting all of my stuff-outside-Canada news from Slacktavist, Ta-Nehisi Coates, and the Guardian. I am well-informed and consistently appalled.

Talking of appalled I cannot BELIEVE this government. Seriously.

I am late for my own damn carnival, but at least I finally know what I want to write.

Also, on the grounds that

trouble shouldn't always get stuck with the arguing, I used the silly little NDP app on my iPhone to Send A Message to Thomas Mulcair about accessibility.

This is just more evidence that the world is not at all fair as

trouble totally deserves a grovelling answer and all she gets is frustrated, and I waltz in all balls and elbows and get this:

I've been awake for 24 hours and am not sleepy. This continues to be my life, interspersed with "I've been asleep for 18 hours and am not at all rested."

At this point I'd even settle for a nice steady schedule of sleeping for 16 hours every second night or something. MY BRAIN, PEOPLE.

I have just ordered a truly terrifying quantity of beans from Rancho Gordo. Like, about 70 lb, of which maybe 20 lb are for other people.

I Blame Skud. And we're going to need more jars. We may have to resort to raiding the neighbourhood recycle bins.

Life Sized Bouncy Stonehenge: Best Art Project EVER.

I am mucking about clipping bits and pieces for a Burn Notice Vid. Based on my searches for same, nobody makes or watches Burn Notice vids, but a girl needs her windmills.

Crossposts: http://commodorified.livejournal.com/443124.html

On the way to North Bay, just inside Algonquin Park:

There isn't much zoom on that. Momma Moose is in the ditch at the side of the road, and I'm on the shoulder 20 feet further east. She kept an eye on everyone, and I did firmly warn some kids who seemed to be tourists from overseas not to even look like they were going to get between her and the twins - I know she looks smallish there, and she's spring-skinny, but you are looking at an animal the size of a heavy hunter - but in general she was pretty mellow and the humans were quiet and respectful.

In North Bay:

This is Ollie, because

kd5mdk said he was more of an Oliphaunt then a Heffalump. I found him at a firesale: Vested Interest in North Bay has had a bad fire and is having a massive sale of slightly smoke-scented inventory while they do repairs and otherwise get back up to speed.

After weeks on improvement my right hip and therefore my knee are burning like they were on fire.

I think 10 km on Friday and then Sunday and Monday long drives were a bit too much for the bursitis.

So I think I can safely say that those of you who are local are going to be be seeing a fair bit of Ollie in the next little while. Good thing he's such a handsome fellow, no?

He's missing one tusk; anyone good at that sort of delicate carving? Bone, I am pretty sure.

Right Click and View Image will, as usual, give you very big versions.