||[Nov. 11th, 2004|11:24 am]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
The long and short of things:
Yeah, nothing yet on the car. He's working from the outside in and eliminating all the cheap fixes first. I love him for that. I'm terrified that I'm going to need new fuel injectors and that's going to be 'spensive. :( We'll see. He's got an hour before I call him again to see how things stand.
I went and actually met the man yesterday and he took me out back and lifted the hood and talked to me about the car and pointed at stuff and really walked me through the debugging process and was just as nice as he could be. Talked to me about money and pricing and such. I offered him cookies and beer but he said they'd be happy just to know what was wrong with the car. Yeah, me too.
But I'll take cookies and beer too.
The knee. Well. There's good news and bad news. I have a mild version of Patellofemoral Pain Syndrome. Which is to say that my kneecap rubs funny on my cartilidge during weight bearing exercises and my knee hurts. It gets worse with overuse and overloading of the joint. No one knows what really causes it and all of the treatment basically involves prolonging the amount of time you can go without it hurting. The good news is that I'm not actively ruining my knee every time I start running.
In the words of my friend Mike, "Melissa, you're only hurting yourself."
My doctor says to me "So.. you say this gets worse with exercise?"
"Yeah, mostly running."
"Normally we treat this with exercise."
So we talked about contributing factors (like my incredibly bad over-pronating and my really loose joints. shut up.) and how to work with them. He's got me signed up with a physical therapist to talk about stretching and how to tape my knee. I'm going to try over the counter braces and orthodics and if those don't work we'll talk about custom ones.
Not as bad as it could have been. No surgery, no "you're killing your knee!", none of that. Just "Wow, and you're already doing weight lifting, huh?" He did say that prolonged obesity could have exacerbated it. Yeah? Really? Duh.
On the job front: I seem to have lost the old copy of my resume. It's just.. um.. not there. Dammit. Cait! Shawn! Mika! Anyone have copies of my old resume?! I may email Mark later. I don't want to have to do this from scratch. It would suck.
What I need, of course, is a solid hour when nothing else is happening so I can work on this. And what are the chances of that?!
That's the way the world is working lately. My office is irritating me to the point where I want to stab them all. Especially the chatty one. Man, he talks just so there'll be noise. I hate that.
I'd do everyon's quizzes from last night but my offie censor won't let me see them. WOE!
Tonight I'm off for a book signing by Chris Baty. Oh Chris. You're so dreamy. I had contemplated taking my book for him to sign. I might still. Caitlin, how was his trip in?
I'm many many thousands of words behind on my nano thing, so I'm going to go feed my meter, drain the lizard, and get to work on that. What are they going to do? Fire me?