metallurgy

I never paint my nails - far too much hassle for something I am going to chip within five minutes. You might ask why, then, I actually had painted toenails last night - ones which had been painted long enough for me to forget about them. I wouldn't have a very good answer for you. The few times a year that I succumb to anything approaching feminine beautification rituals, I usually have no cause. Shimmery rose polish on the toes, the very toes inserted in an MRI. I am sure the actual metal content in shimmery polishes must be relatively low. Still, one particular frequency of the MRI can make those shimmery toes quiver in the anticipation of rising upward in search of magnetic connection.

Yes, my friends, the MRI is over. The medication has begun, but I am not really going to know whether it is working, because my ankle decided to stop swelling so much again yesterday. There is fluid or swelling of some sort further up my leg, but most of the liquid seems to have decided to avoid the scope of the MRI scan. I blame myself for this. I decided wearing sandals when it was only 50 degrees outside was a bit too much for me. I wore socks. Socks cause fluid to rise above elastic. Ah well, I can't ruin my perfect track record with health issues. All things physically detrimental must go into hiding whenever I seek medical care.

Other than that, nothing much is going on around here. Football was postponed until tomorrow due to rain. Though it was my only free day, I accomplished little around the house. I am stuck in a psychological rut which I hope to fill tomorrow. I want to write something interesting, but don't have the time or the energy (dh has been on the computer all day and needs it back again).

Until next time, then....