half-real worlds of paper and ink

So. I've been staring at this screen wondering how to write this without sounding stupid, and I've decided it's not possible.

I sprained my foot after slipping on my totally flat lawn. No, I can't explain it any better than that. I came home from work on Tuesday and I had parked the car, and I was going back to the front gate to lock it when I tripped over absolutely nothing and fell and sprained my left foot pretty badly. I also scraped my right knee pretty badly, but it seems totally minor when compared to the swollen foot.

The swelling's gone down now, mostly, and now it's all bruised and blue and black and green and I have to keep myself from poking it. I'm on medical leave for the rest of the week, and the doctor told me to sit down and watch television until Monday. (I wanted to tell her that I didn't watch much TV, but she glared at me so I nodded instead.) I rarely get sick, and I think this is only the second time this year I've been on medical leave and it's a three-day stretch at that (and then there's the weekend, and I'm still not allowed to hobble around even then). I don't know what to do with myself. It's really hard staying put in one place, and sometimes I forget I'm supposed to, especially since it only hurts when I stand up.

For some reason, staring at the computer gives me a headache (the painkillers, maybe? I know they make me drowsy) so I'm trying to catch up on my reading instead. I'm halfway through Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall and I am sort of shaking my head at how little I know of European history.

It hasn't been a very good weekend.

I planned to catch up on a number of things but I just . . . didn't. Mostly because I spent most of the time napping. I read some stuff, and then I fall asleep. Perhaps it was because I wasn't feeling very well on Friday -- you know it's going to be a bad afternoon when a headache appears out of nowhere and you get into the lift and it moves and your first thought is oh shit, I'm either going to faint or throw up while another three girls are looking at you worriedly, but luckily I didn't do either, or I would've been mortified for the rest of my life.

I can't figure out what triggered that episode. Probably a weird combination of cigarette smoke and someone's perfume (though usually both of those things are more likely to send me into a sneezing fit instead of causing a migraine), or heck, maybe it was the weather.

Well. In any case. Most things I wanted to do this weekend didn't go as planned. I'm already behind the January start for intro_to_cs; I didn't do anything last weekend either (not even Python installed, whoops!) so now it's two weeks I need to catch up with. I'll have to find time during the week for this.

Also I need to reply to emails and comments and write up some stuff but I'm already yawning. (Which really seems unfair considering the amount of time I spent sleeping.) Tomorrow, maybe?

This hasn't been a very good week.

I've had a persistent sore throat that doesn't seem to want to go away no matter what I do, and it makes me feel as if I'm about to come down with a flu. Ergh. No amount of gargling or throat lozenges is doing the trick -- this might mean a visit to the clinic. :(

I've been coming home from work feeling tired and out of sorts, and I've been getting nothing done the last week. Lack of motivation: check. It's been so bad that I'm not even doing the simple things that can be done in minutes, like generating the diff for a patch for bug 1886. (It's already done -- the work is all there. I just need to generate the patch again because of, uh, I'm not entirely sure what happened, probably some Unfortunate Event between ftp-ing it over and uploading it to Bugzilla. Alas.)

( work stuff, end of year appraisals )

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Reading-wise: I've finished Stephen Hunt's The Court of the Air, which I didn't like very much. It's the first book in a series. This is rather unfortunate, because I was recommended the second book in the series, The Kingdom Beyond the Waves, and I thought I might as well start from the beginning. I'll try post a longer write-up for it later.

Kind of hit a snag in reading Dorothy Dunnett's Gemini -- it's sitting on my desk waiting for me to pick it up again.

Nanowrimo: as predicted, it is going nowhere. (For the curious, the total wordcount is now 0. If it was possible for it to be a negative number, it would be one.)