Yesterday was kind of a crummy day – I slipped and fell on the walk into work. There was black ice everywhere, so it was quite a slippery and tentative walk. And I was twice cut off by jerky drivers while in crosswalks. And it was warm enough (we’ve had a big chinook) that I took my gloves off and put them in my pockets, and then I realized that I’d lost one of them. Darn it all. Brand new pair of gloves – fancy running gloves that I got over the holidays.
Then I went to see the doctor about the continuing saga of cramping that just won’t stop (too much information, I know, I know). Dysmenorrhea yes, but the doctor and I are wondering if it’s also endometriosis. I’ve had enough pain in the last three and a half weeks that there were a couple of days when I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get up and go to work. And a back ache that just won’t quit. I didn’t want to ask for painkillers, but I did ask for and receive a prescription for a good anti-inflammatory that should help.
Sadly, it makes my stomach very upset. But it might help knock down some of the pain, which is good, and it’s not a narcotic, which is also good. I have to glug down a lot of milk and water when I’m taking it. I had a stern reminder from the pharmacist about this, and I promised I would. So I will. And I’ll hope for the best.
Too tired to head out for sandwiching, so I headed home…and managed to find my glove on the path. Sopping wet and looking very bedraggled, but I wrung it out and put it into the side pocket on my backpack and brought it home.
The plan for the weekend, meanwhile, is to finally finish reading Mansfield Park. Because I have less than one hundred pages to go, and I really need to know if Fanny is going to fall for Creepy Crawford or go her own way (though I think she is rather in love with her cousin – but maybe that was okay back then? Still…ew.). It’s an answer that could be googled in a few seconds, but I need to read it for myself. When I am done, I’ll truck the book down to the little lending library in the building’s lobby. You have to ask for the key now, because we have a weird neighbour that likes to go in there, from time to time, and throw as many books as she can into the dumpster (not the recycling bins, which makes her even more of a villain). She claims there are bugs in the books and that they are dirty, but mostly it seems that she throws out the books she finds objectionable (which is most of them).
So I’ll ask for the key, put Mansfield Park in there, and hope for the best with that, too.