4 days ago I went to the doctor and had blood drawn. It didn’t hurt when the guy actually put the needle in and drew the blood, but about a minute after he was done my arm seized up and started REALLY hurting. I’m kind of a wimp, so this made me lightheaded and stressed that I wouldn’t be able to drive home, but after sitting outside my car with my head between my knees for about 20 minutes, I was okay – just couldn’t use my right arm. My muscles were weak and it hurt to even move it. I’m not sure why I didn’t go back in and talk to the doctor about it, but it seemed like something that would pass.
Four days later and it’s still aching, like, wake me up in the middle of the night aching. Grr. Finn says, based on my bruise and the pain, that the guy must have both blown my vein and hit a nerve or a tendon in the process. This, I have discovered, does not make for a very happy pom. In fact, it makes for kind of a grumpy, wince-y pom.
So that’s this weekend’s news. Also, I saw A Serious Man last night with Cali and some folks. No one I was there with liked it much, but I thought it was pretty good. Dark, kinda depressing, but in a funny way. (I mean, it is the Coen brothers.) The very last image of the movie was really striking, hit on a very kind of primal fear, so I think that at least is going to stick with me for a while.
Before the movie we had dinner, where I managed not only to learn what curling is (i.e. one of the funniest sports I’ve ever seen… the brooms, are you kidding me?) but to impress people with my extensive knowledge of both Twilight and Miley Cyrus. It’s amazing the things that seep into your consciousness while you aren’t looking. (Though, to be fair, I did make the choice to read all of the Twilight books, but I stand by that decision as it has afforded me the ability to critique the shit out of it using ACTUAL examples instead of the more common I-hate-what-teenyboppers-love critique heard elsewhere. Also, they’re incredibly easy to read.)
Today was gorgeous. I had brunch with QS and I’m kind of regretting that we didn’t sit outside on one of the very last nice days before our long New England winter hits. I had this vague idea that we might go for a walk, but instead we went to my place and watched several episodes of Buffy. We finished season 5, in fact. Crazy. (It was pointed out to me, yesterday, by Cali, that I am kind of dating Buffy in Finn’s absence. I figure if a fictional vampire slayer is all she has to worry about, we’re doing okay.) :)
Anyway. Wish I’d been outside more, but we did have the windows open, so…
Oh! The weekend’s other news is that after purchasing many (many) plane and train tickets, I am officially going to DC for Rev’s birthday, then to Philly for Thanksgiving, and down south for Christmas. Grant – who’s in DC doing an internship at the moment, coincidentally enough – and I already have plans to take a ton of ridiculous pictures. This has renewed my lust for a particular camera I have my eye on but probably wouldn’t use enough to warrant buying it, sigh. (Something you may or may not know about me: I have a tendency to lust after strange things sometimes – these are another current fascination – and if the lustiness lasts long enough, I end up caving and buying. Hence, these, which are, I must say, awesome.)
Okay, I’m babbling. I should go figure out dinner. Which, by the by, I have been successfully cooking! I’m no chef, but I’ve got some staples down and my kitchen confidence is up. So far so good.
Off I go!