1. I broke myself a bit Saturday before last. E and I went down to Ape Cave (which was AWESOME), and I was doing alright with the severely uneven ground (the stuff that looks like rutted mud is solid rock) and boulder-scrambling until, towards the end, I was doing a bit of the latter and landed too fast on the former, and ow. Not sure what happened, but I hurt something in the metatarsal area of my bad foot, and since we still had something like a half-mile of cave to go, I walked that -- and then the 1.5 miles back to the trailhead -- by putting weight on my heel and not pushing off with my right foot at all.
Then the car got a flat in Kalama, so it took us 3.5 hours to get home, by which time I couldn't walk. By the next morning I was able to hobble around with a walking stick, and I stayed home Monday and iced/elevated and got rides into work all week and imposed on the lovely
zair99 to help me run errands, and basically babied myself so that I could work this weekend.
(Oh, and in the cave I was paying so much attention to where I put my feet that I bonked my head on the wall/ceiling three times. As my housemate is so fond of saying, I am not a graceful ninja.)
2. The drama around my brother has lessened since he got back on meds. All the other issues are still there, naturally, but the crazy mood swings are gone, and it's possible to be in the same room with him and not want to run away screaming. He came over Sunday before last and visited while I was laid up, until I asked him to leave so I could nap. He was reasonable, for him, which means he still complained about living at home and told me how he was planning to move (to Everett, of all places) without showing any real idea of how he could do that. I did call him out (kindly and patiently, go me!) on the fact that he tried (pathetically badly) to distract me/change the topic whenever I said anything the least bit 'grown up' (like "You know, it's great if you want to move somewhere, but you need to have a plan to pay for it, be it a job or applying for SSI" and "It's going to be much harder to find odd-job income if you move to a place where you don't know anyone"). He didn't stop, exactly, but he didn't blow up in my face, either.
So: Same old, same old, but a bit less crisis-feeling than it was last week.
Then the car got a flat in Kalama, so it took us 3.5 hours to get home, by which time I couldn't walk. By the next morning I was able to hobble around with a walking stick, and I stayed home Monday and iced/elevated and got rides into work all week and imposed on the lovely
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(Oh, and in the cave I was paying so much attention to where I put my feet that I bonked my head on the wall/ceiling three times. As my housemate is so fond of saying, I am not a graceful ninja.)
2. The drama around my brother has lessened since he got back on meds. All the other issues are still there, naturally, but the crazy mood swings are gone, and it's possible to be in the same room with him and not want to run away screaming. He came over Sunday before last and visited while I was laid up, until I asked him to leave so I could nap. He was reasonable, for him, which means he still complained about living at home and told me how he was planning to move (to Everett, of all places) without showing any real idea of how he could do that. I did call him out (kindly and patiently, go me!) on the fact that he tried (pathetically badly) to distract me/change the topic whenever I said anything the least bit 'grown up' (like "You know, it's great if you want to move somewhere, but you need to have a plan to pay for it, be it a job or applying for SSI" and "It's going to be much harder to find odd-job income if you move to a place where you don't know anyone"). He didn't stop, exactly, but he didn't blow up in my face, either.
So: Same old, same old, but a bit less crisis-feeling than it was last week.
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