I just finished writing Year of the Dog ! It had a massive plot hole that I had to fix which turned out to be more work than I expected. Here’s a snippet: “Hey, Auntie Nell.” He wrapped his arms around her, bussing her on the cheek and breathing in pikake flowers and shortbread cookies. And suddenly he was nine years old again, and her solid presence had made his chaotic world stable once more. “What are you doing here?” He usually took her to dinner on Wednesday nights, but today was Tuesday. The edges of her smile faltered a little before brightening right back up again. “What, I can’t visit my nephew?” She angled around him to enter his home. “Is this your new house? Looks lovely.” Which was a blatant lie, because the fixer-upper was barely livable, much less acceptable to a neat-freak like his aunt. She also left four matching pink and purple floral suitcases on the stoop behind her. Only then did Ashwin notice the cab driver standing slightly to the side of the walkway. “Can ...
Captain's Log, Stardate 12.09.2005
Here's an update on my knee.
I started physical therapy on Thursday, December 1st. The knee was pretty shaky but it seemed to be healing nicely. Better than my first surgery, anyway.
The PT did some stretches, took some information. I was up to 95 degrees on my CPM machine.
Pain of the day: The PT massaged my IT band. Know what that is? It's this muscle down the outside of your leg, but it's not the muscle itself, it's where it turns into a tendon near your knee. This IT band gets tight and the only way to stretch it is to massage it. Hard. Painfully.
My second visit was on Monday, December 5th. I had been massaging my IT band like a fiend because NO WAY was I going through that kind of pain again.
Pain of the day: The PT cranked my leg further in my flexion than I'd ever taken it. Ripping, tearing pain over the top of my kneecap. All that lovely scar tissue just shredding.
So I went home and worked harder on my flexion to get it almost the same as the other knee. It hurt, but not as much as when somebody else shoves your knee bent despite an extra inch of swelling and two weeks of built up scar tissue.
My third visit was Wednesday, December 7th. I thought I was ready.
Yeah, right.
Pain of the day: The PT worked on my extension this time. Now, I've gotten it to 0 degrees, but my other knee hyper-extends. So the PT lay me on my back and propped my ankle against her shoulder and pushed down on my knee to cause hyper-extension. WHOA MOMMA! She made me count to 10 to make sure I was breathing.
I spent all day Thursday icing my knee and hobbling around the house.
My fourth visit was supposed to be Friday, December 9th.
Pain of the day: Food poisoning starting the evening of Thursday, December 8th. Ergo, no additional torture by PT on Friday, December 9th. However, I did self-inflict some pain with an extra long session this morning doing my PT-assigned exercises.
My stomach's fine now, mostly. Only occasional visits to the commode with steadily increasing stretches of time in between.
(All joking aside, my PT is really a very nice girl.)
Writing: Got some revising done yesterday and this morning. Nearing the finish line. Did I really have such dry, emotionless sections in this supposedly suspenseful manuscript? Sheesh!
Here's an update on my knee.
I started physical therapy on Thursday, December 1st. The knee was pretty shaky but it seemed to be healing nicely. Better than my first surgery, anyway.
The PT did some stretches, took some information. I was up to 95 degrees on my CPM machine.
Pain of the day: The PT massaged my IT band. Know what that is? It's this muscle down the outside of your leg, but it's not the muscle itself, it's where it turns into a tendon near your knee. This IT band gets tight and the only way to stretch it is to massage it. Hard. Painfully.
My second visit was on Monday, December 5th. I had been massaging my IT band like a fiend because NO WAY was I going through that kind of pain again.
Pain of the day: The PT cranked my leg further in my flexion than I'd ever taken it. Ripping, tearing pain over the top of my kneecap. All that lovely scar tissue just shredding.
So I went home and worked harder on my flexion to get it almost the same as the other knee. It hurt, but not as much as when somebody else shoves your knee bent despite an extra inch of swelling and two weeks of built up scar tissue.
My third visit was Wednesday, December 7th. I thought I was ready.
Yeah, right.
Pain of the day: The PT worked on my extension this time. Now, I've gotten it to 0 degrees, but my other knee hyper-extends. So the PT lay me on my back and propped my ankle against her shoulder and pushed down on my knee to cause hyper-extension. WHOA MOMMA! She made me count to 10 to make sure I was breathing.
I spent all day Thursday icing my knee and hobbling around the house.
My fourth visit was supposed to be Friday, December 9th.
Pain of the day: Food poisoning starting the evening of Thursday, December 8th. Ergo, no additional torture by PT on Friday, December 9th. However, I did self-inflict some pain with an extra long session this morning doing my PT-assigned exercises.
My stomach's fine now, mostly. Only occasional visits to the commode with steadily increasing stretches of time in between.
(All joking aside, my PT is really a very nice girl.)
Writing: Got some revising done yesterday and this morning. Nearing the finish line. Did I really have such dry, emotionless sections in this supposedly suspenseful manuscript? Sheesh!
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Yay on your writing.
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Pammer