Friday, January 15, 2021

Getting Older Sucks

Gah.  I feel like someone spent the night beating me with a bag of oranges.  Of course, I did this to myself.  No, not the bag of oranges thing.  I have other ways of abusing myself.  

For instance, I spent about an hour yesterday clearing brush from the neglected south plot.  That's the one we worked on last winter and then let go fallow again over the summer.  Eh, it gives me something to do.  

Then I helped Hubs with finishing the toilet repairs.

Then the cat bit my thumb while I was trying to give her an aspirin.  Molar chomp.  (Yes, I super disinfected it.)

And lastly, I wrote over 2K words last night.

So basically, I hurt this morning.  Getting older sucks.

Might do it all again today.  Well, with the exception of the cat chomping on my thumb.  You shouldn't give a cat aspirin more than every 48 hrs anyway.  (Baby aspirin.  Coated.)  Of course, we're supposed to have shitty weather, so maybe not even all of the other stuff.  Writing definitely.

Speaking of writing, I left off last night at the very beginning of the climax scene.  Then there has to be some denouement.  Not long before I get to THE END now.  Of course, lately it's been 'write a whole bunch one day, and only write a little bit the next couple days' because of hands and wrists.  Lucky for me, I am a fast typer.  Unlucky for me, the faster I type, the more it hurts to type*.  But when I'm on a roll, I don't consider typing slower.  And hey, it almost never hurts while I'm typing.  That comes later.

I took an anti-inflammatory last night before bed.  Fat lot of good that did.  Probably should've taken two.  Eh.

Fortunately, the more I move around this morning, the less it hurts.  Sleeping does that sometimes - makes everything seize up.  I should be right as rain... or as right as an old gimpy chick can ever be - by sunrise.  

Like I said, I'll probably do it all again today.  If not today then soon.  The alternative is laying around the house being a lump, and that never does anyone any good.  But oh, how I long for the days when I could do anything physical I wanted and not pay for it the next day. 

Getting older sucks.

*No, voice to text software wouldn't work for me.  I have considered it.  My brain doesn't work that way.  I'm constantly editing while I type.  'Type type type delete delete delete type type delete delete, reword this move that go back to earlier in the text looking for something find a typo there fix it go back to the end and start typing again get up to get coffee forget where I was and have to go back and read several paragraphs to get in the groove again.'  I don't think you can do that in voice to text.  I can't imagine what the actual text would look like afterwards.


  1. Can you give the aspirin in a slurry?

    Back when I had to give Jammy lots of drugs, he couldn't handle anything hard or chunky. (Still can't.)

    I crush his meds in a water solution, shook it hard to dissolve, then sucked it into a syringe. Made life a lot easier, especially since I had to do it so often.

    1. I'm not sure what crushing would do with a coated aspirin. I already give her crushed L-Lysine and the contents of Cosequin capsules in her food. I've given her many aspirins over the years and this is only like the second time I didn't move my fingers fast enough to avoid being chomped, though, so it's all good.

  2. Poor you. Poor Kira-kitty. I'm sure she felt bad. *looks shifty-eyed* And yes, getting old and being old TOTALLY sucks! Also, I'm with you. Dictation is not the way my brain works. LG could dictate WAR AND PEACE (or a George R.R. Martin novel) in one sitting and it would totally make sense, including the punctuation. I'm a little jealous.

    Yay on lots of words, coming to the climax and denouement and THE END! Words have been hard for me this week. Sinjen and Nikos are off somewhere postering, Sade is sulking and the only two characters speaking to me are Roman and Caleb. I keep waiting for Ariel to raise his head to find out what's going on. Since Caleb mentioned his name yesterday, I suspect the fae will pop in today. Not sure why, know...Scooby Gang. 🤣🤣

    Okay, it's just after 8 a.m. and all my internet stuffs is done. Time to open the WIP and see what happens, right?

  3. I so agree: getting old is the pits. The alternative is worse, though. ;-)

    Poor Kira. Poor thumb! I crush Churchill's 1/2 aspirin (he's a wee lad) and put it in his soft food every other day. Trouble is, he only drinks the juice off now. He seems to be getting enough, though. He's running around like a 15 year old.

    Yay for words, however often they come! And The End is so close! I'm not interested in dictation software, either. I THINK in written words most of the time.

    Have a great weekend!