(Edit. And of course I posted the wrong version of the poem. [sigh] Corrected now!)
First, the good news.
Had my first steroid injection yesterday afternoon! The bursa was very inflamed, apparently, which explains both the pain and the difficulty she had getting the needle into the right place. Managed to twang a nerve too: felt like electric shocks all the way down my left leg which lasted the whole of the injection (about 10 mins). Ow. Not comfortable. But wore off very quickly and had gone by the time I left the hospital. Today leg and hip are aching, but that was expected. Fingers crossed that wears off nice and quickly.
Oh, and she said that steroid injections are no more than three a year, not no more than three a lifetime as my dr said. Will have to check that.
Ken is on annual leave this week: the timing worked out really well as I have to take it a bit easier until the steroids kick in. We plan to go through another load of old photos this afternoon - seven boxes of pics that weren't considered good enough to go in albums. We suspect most of them can be ditched!
Kai's classes seem to be both better organised and more useful so far this year, which is reassuring.
We finished Sapphire and Steel. Still astonishingly eerie and creepy, but the DVD quality wasn't great (American box set, all I could get at the time) so I've ordered a replacement (made in the UK). It means watching it again, but there are far worse things we could be doing!
Also watched: The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, which is an absolute delight! And I knew we'd seen Shazad Latif in something else: he was Clem Fandago in Toast of London ("So he specialises in irritating characters then" commented Ken!) Hirokin is dreadful. Pretty to look at but takes so much from other films and it's impossible to feel anything for any of the characters. I think it was overpriced at 49p!
In contrast, American Gods is absolutely extraordinary. We were hooked from the first ep and now itching to see the second series (of course, ending on such a major cliffhanger doesn't help). Incredibly violent and thoroughly nasty in places, it's a stunning piece of work. We all decided that the very first ep must have been designed to put off anyone without a strong stomach, as subsequent eps were (slightly) milder and the comic aspects came through. I'm just annoyed it took me so long to work out who Mr Wednesday was. I mean, it's right there in the name...
For a laugh, this was my first (and so far only) car, second or third hand Talbot Solara, all I could afford at the time.
It picked up the nickname of The Petal Flower, Petal for short. Not my choice but somehow it stuck... Heh, had I been into Transformers at the time I could have called it Bee... I sold it when we bought the house, as with a mortgage interest (at the time) of 14% we couldn't afford both.
... and the bad news...
...
... um... There isn't any!
Cheeky little bugger!
Later edit: Forgot to say I picked up Transformers: The Last Knight. Alas, it's even worse on a second watching: there are the tiniest little glimmers of promise that went completely to waste. Bay shouldn't be allowed within a light year of the franchise.
And finally - did I ever mention there was a competition in the Cloud Appreciation Society? To write a poem about clouds, the winner to be included in a book of clouds. It's not often I feel inspired to write poetry these days, but this did. Hence Wavefront. It didn't place, of course (I hadn't expected it would, it's not exactly the sort of thing I believe they were looking for), but it's not bad, I think...
(With thanks to Lutra, and to Lin for the most excellent feedback!)
Labels: busyness, films, medical matters, poetry
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
pontificated this at 12:47 pm
4 Comments:
Third time of trying. My comment is getting shorter each time.
Google refused to recognise my 'device' even though I've always used this laptop to comment. Then the capcha thing froze so that lost my second attempt.
Briefly, you had me with the bad news, what bad news! Can't believe you didn't twig Mr Wednesday. Poem conjured up some excellent imagery.
Sue
Re: the steroid injection - that sounds far more likely. Fingers crossed it's true!
... Petal... hee. You look happy enough about it, anyway.
And Yay! for no bad news. Life has to give you a break sometime.
GoodTwin
[clutches pearls] bad news...? wait, what? :D
I am all sorts of impressed with American Gods - love the opening title sequence - and reading the book the first time it took me ages to twig Mr W. (Let alone his off-sider, who hasn't made much of an appearance so far...) OhOh! Mad Sweeney!
D'oh so excited about AG forgot to mention that I still get goosebumps from that beautiful poem :)
(oh, have you seen? The Cheese Advent Calendar's been released in the UK? Only available from Asda, I think it is. Alas, no o/s release this year)