Limpy Lefty

Good morning, my friends. It was a rather unproductive day here yesterday. Even the kitties were lazy. Mike and I have determined that this kitty paw-over-the-eye position is the way kitties request that you Do Not Disturb.

It took me a long time to get to sleep the night before, and I determined early in the day that I would join her for a nap after lunch. And I did.

Before that, however, we got outside for a bit. I noticed our Japanese maple tree still has a few green leaves clinging to life. This tree is very gratifying in the fall. It starts green, then turns red, then the orangey-gold you see here.

My wrist was feeling better as the morning progressed. It was my day to work out on the Bowflex. Well. That was a mistake. There are about eight exercises I do on The Rack (as we like to call it). Some of them require unhooking and rehooking cables and handles. As I was hooking one of the cables into a different spot, I rotated my left hand counterclockwise and was immediately afflicted with a stabbing pain to the back of my hand. Yikes! And ouch!! And I've had this sort of thing before. It's very painful, and my only remedy is to immobilize my wrist and wait it out. So, I'm not doing any quilting for at least a couple of days. Oh well.

So, I made good on my napping plan, and then I did some work on my art quilt. It's coming along. When I make a collage quilt like this, there's a moment when the subject emerges from the mess I'm making. Mike happened to come downstairs around the time I was ready to stop, and he could see it, even if I was still a little iffy. Here's your peek:

So, I'll continue on with that today. It's pretty much all I'm going to be able to do sewing-wise. I believe slow-stitching is still on the table. My left hand is the one causing me grief, and fortunately, I'm a righty. As for quilting, there's no way I'm going to wrestle with that big quilt for at least a few days.

Annoyingly, I need to head into town for a blood draw today. I'm going to try to tell this sad story in as few words as possible. It's time for my annual physical. I have an appointment. Last week, I tried to get some refills on two expired prescriptions. My doctor declined. Well, you might know that pissed me off royally. I wrote a rather snarky message on their online communication system. That was last Thursday. 

Late yesterday afternoon I received a reply that said I needed to come in. The message acknowledged I already had an appointment, but added that I needed to get a blood draw "at least one week prior" to my appointment which is a week from today. And that pissed me off even more. If you're going to decline a prescription refill, don't you communicate with the patient and explain? And don't you respond to messages sooner than five days later? And don't you inform the patient they need lab work in a more timely manner? Okay, I'm going to give them the "too busy" and three-day weekend benefit of the doubt, but it's still maddening from where I sit. End of rant. 

Okay, so I have a letter to mail while I'm in town. It's going to be a nice day. I might take a little walk up and down the main street of our little town. November started out very wet here, but we're expecting some nice weather over the next week or two. It would have been a good time to be camping at the beach, but that will wait until next month. It should be raining again by then. And on that happy note, I have an appointment with the bloodsuckers. Hopefully, they'll find a vein on the first try.