narcasse: Sebastian Flyte.  Brideshead Revisited (2008) (Default)
I may have some kind of trapped nerve in my left foot. It's enough that the doctor has forbid me from running for two weeks. I'm also not allowed to use my fitness step or do the kind of hamstring yoga I normally would.

I have a race in a week. Or at least  a walk now.
narcasse: Charles Xavier. X-Men: First Class. (thesis)
Once upon a time I could manage a 4 mile cross-country track while drunk, handle a shot-put or enjoy diving through muddy water, through a tractor tire, on an assault course. I had the kind of physical bloodymindedness that meant I came away with bruises I couldn't identify the cause of or even bloody scratches down my arms after basketball matches. These days I'm injured for days if I sleep awkwardly.
narcasse: Sebastian Flyte.  Brideshead Revisited (2008) (Default)
Yesterday, I woke up because my hips were hurting. Today it was my backside. My first New Year's resolution is going to have to be to stop doing whatever it is that I'm doing that keeps giving me porno injuries. At least it's probably better than the time I turned over in bed and almost dislocated my shoulder.
narcasse: Sebastian Flyte.  Brideshead Revisited (2008) (Default)
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narcasse: Captain Crieff.  Cabin Pressure. (stripes)
I seem to have damaged my left shoulder, possibly on the 80 mile roundtrip I did on Thursday. My wrist is aching as well, which doesn't bode well, and I've started to feel things clicking in my upper arm and across my chest, where the shoulder muscles connect. I'm sure I read a fanfic like this once. So where's that shoulder massage and blowjob from my First Officer then?
narcasse: Peter Guillam. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011). (subterfuge)
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narcasse: Sebastian Flyte.  Brideshead Revisited (2008) (Default)
My health hasn't been the best over the last two weeks due, mostly, to unavoidable work issues. But what I can take away from the experience is that my feet are a rather accurate measure of my health. On the days when my old basketball injury hurts so much that I can only limp about with an ankle support on: I know that I'm not going anywhere and will have to bow out of everything scheduled and spend the day resting. If the top of my feet, the mid-foot region, starts aching then I know that I really need to slow down or the next stage will be the sort of ankle pains that stop me walking. The earliest warning simply being the bottom of my feet feeling too hot when I'm barefoot. Now that I've made the mental connection I can keep a better eye out for future complications in that regard. My feet seem to be affected long before blood pressure or wrist pains come into play. Though another useful indicator appears to be whether the tattoo on my back aches or if the one on my shoulder feels raised.
narcasse: Pitt the Younger. Amazing Grace. (momentum)
My body is malfunctioning. It seems to think that I operate on 48 hour cycles. The night before last I slept for over 12 hours and last night I couldn't sleep at all. That said, I did learn, during the course of the night, that Pitt the Younger was 19 when his father died, that said father was in debt when he died and that the Countess of Chatham didn't attend the funeral. Who says insomnia can't be educational?

MRI scan

Nov. 27th, 2011 06:06 pm
narcasse: Charles Xavier. X-Men: First Class. (thesis)
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narcasse: Sherlock.  2010 BBC adaptation. (pensive)
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narcasse: Sherlock.  2010 BBC adaptation. (pensive)
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narcasse: Dr John Watson, late of the Army Medical Department. 2010 BBC adaptation. (static)
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narcasse: Sebastian Flyte.  Brideshead Revisited (2008) (Default)
Always be specific. Just in case the Wish Genie is a total dick - Hyperbole and a Half

There is no ‘just in case’: the Wish Genie is a complete bastard. To paraphrase by way of further details, if everything else is transport because the brain is what counts, to go with vehicular comparisons, right now my body is doing a passable impression of Marwood’s clapped out old Jaguar.

Incidentally, it occurs to me that I’ve more or less had the above conversation that I’m paraphrasing from, complete with trying to convince the chap opposite me that no, I wasn’t asking him out, I was just making conversation and could we go back to the labs now, please?
narcasse: Dr John Watson, late of the Army Medical Department. 2010 BBC adaptation. (static)
Fog )

Light therapy )

Fandom bizarreness )

In other news, February 21th to February 28th is free account creation week on Dreamwidth, where an invite code won’t be required.
narcasse: Sherlock.  2010 BBC adaptation. (pensive)
An experiment in aid of medical science )

In other news, I appear to have two Dreamwidth codes if anybody wants them, in particular, one former LJer.
narcasse: Sebastian Flyte.  Brideshead Revisited (2008) (awake)
Lesson for the day: Don’t try to run a Boolean search when you’re sneezing too hard to type properly. Especially when you end up sneezing so hard that you have to check in the mirror to make sure that you haven’t sneezed up a blood clot.

My biology is officially backwards. The morning after a night drinking tea and discussing Buddhism I wake up with a scratchy, clogged throat, sounding like I’ve spent all night out chain smoking and/or drinking. The morning after the night I spent drinking I sound fine and a nice, strong cigarette in the morning clears my airways.

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