got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot
Jul. 7th, 2025 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanI am so tired of working on this house.
Upper half the back yard is approximately - well it's definitely not level, but it's not a hill any more so I'm calling it good enough. The Big Pit of Rocks is functioning perfectly in that the yard no longer floods whenever we get a rainstorm. At some point I will clean it up and make it look pretty, but that day is not today. Probably won't be tomorrow either.
This past weekend we picked one of the basement rooms as our starting point and spent about an hour clearing out the contractor trash and then scrubbing the shit out of the walls and floors. We also went to the hardware store and picked up paint and supplies and that was enough for my foot to say fuck you, you are done for the day. It's been hard to get a lot of work done just because it is so hot and humid, even in the basement.
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Foot is still a problem. I hate this so much. I am spending a fortune on cabs and delivery because walking hurts. It's been a month, c'mon man, chop-chop, ándale, let's get healthy already. For fuck sake. Although I guess it could be argued that hauling around heavy buckets full of clay, rocks, and now paint probably isn't helping matters much.
I also have gotten a bunch of reminders this week that all my other doctors want to have a crack at me because I guess it's been a year since the last round. Sorry folks, cat takes priority. Once he has his checkup out of the way I'll find time for the rest of you.
The problem is that I can't take time off work for any of this stuff right now, because there are THREE, yes THREE major projects going on right now. At the height of vacation season so half the people who need to do things are off work. Who the fuck makes these decisions?
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A couple of days ago I opened the back door and startled a wild rabbit. It took off into the treeline. This morning I looked out the back window and the biggest coyote I have ever seen was sniffing around the yard.
These incidents may be related.
Guess I'll see how well the vegetable plot survives the attentions of the locals. Daughter brought over all her seeds and just slapped them all into the ground and I have no idea what's even down there. Here's to Salad Surprise in a month or two.
Upper half the back yard is approximately - well it's definitely not level, but it's not a hill any more so I'm calling it good enough. The Big Pit of Rocks is functioning perfectly in that the yard no longer floods whenever we get a rainstorm. At some point I will clean it up and make it look pretty, but that day is not today. Probably won't be tomorrow either.
This past weekend we picked one of the basement rooms as our starting point and spent about an hour clearing out the contractor trash and then scrubbing the shit out of the walls and floors. We also went to the hardware store and picked up paint and supplies and that was enough for my foot to say fuck you, you are done for the day. It's been hard to get a lot of work done just because it is so hot and humid, even in the basement.
***
Foot is still a problem. I hate this so much. I am spending a fortune on cabs and delivery because walking hurts. It's been a month, c'mon man, chop-chop, ándale, let's get healthy already. For fuck sake. Although I guess it could be argued that hauling around heavy buckets full of clay, rocks, and now paint probably isn't helping matters much.
I also have gotten a bunch of reminders this week that all my other doctors want to have a crack at me because I guess it's been a year since the last round. Sorry folks, cat takes priority. Once he has his checkup out of the way I'll find time for the rest of you.
The problem is that I can't take time off work for any of this stuff right now, because there are THREE, yes THREE major projects going on right now. At the height of vacation season so half the people who need to do things are off work. Who the fuck makes these decisions?
***
A couple of days ago I opened the back door and startled a wild rabbit. It took off into the treeline. This morning I looked out the back window and the biggest coyote I have ever seen was sniffing around the yard.
These incidents may be related.
Guess I'll see how well the vegetable plot survives the attentions of the locals. Daughter brought over all her seeds and just slapped them all into the ground and I have no idea what's even down there. Here's to Salad Surprise in a month or two.
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Date: 2025-07-08 06:07 am (UTC)Consider wearing compression socks or "sleeves" (toe-less socks) made for PF all the time but especially when you sleep. I had to try a few kinds unfortunately.
During some of my attacks I've used an adjustable splint with a wedge under the toes to keep my foot at 90 - 110 degrees when I sleep b/c letting my toe "drop" when unconscious means going through the painful process of lengthening the fascia and ligaments and muscles again. (Means dealing with some middle of the night cramping but you can pull the wedge out.)
The carved foot roller can help. Also there are unpleasant hard rubber spiky balls that suck but can help. Rolling on a golf ball can help. Rolling on a frozen bottle (like water bottle or 20 oz soda) can help. All of them suck and require taking anti-inflammatories if you can stomach them (though topicals like diclofenac gel and lidocaine gel can be lifesavers also). It turns out that rehabbing tissues that have little stretch and even less blood flow is way harder than rehabbing muscle and just. Takes. Forever.
And it's worse when you're hauling rocks.
Spending time weeding and deadheading suddenly made my back and hip go "OH FUCK OFF" and I'm wearing a lidocaine patch on my hip for the first time in a couple of years. Solidarity.
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Date: 2025-07-10 04:17 pm (UTC)Bodies are stupid.
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Date: 2025-07-10 02:06 pm (UTC)It will never end.
Foot is still a problem. I hate this so much. I am spending a fortune on cabs and delivery because walking hurts.
Still less than what it would cost to own a car.
Guess I'll see how well the vegetable plot survives the attentions of the locals. Daughter brought over all her seeds and just slapped them all into the ground and I have no idea what's even down there. Here's to Salad Surprise in a month or two.
Your daughter gardens like I do.
Would shitty mesh and bendy stakes help? I don't get rabbits or coyotes, just killer sun.
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Date: 2025-07-10 04:19 pm (UTC)The squirrels are the only ones I've seen actively attacking the plants I basically told daughter, "research this problem and come up with something and we'll do it, I don't have time". So we'll see what she comes up with.