I haven’t shilled for the Book Burro Firefox extension recently. Once you install Book Burro, it pops up a little window in the upper left hand side of your window when it detects that you are looking at a book on the web. (I notice it most often when I am looking at Amazon Books. After you tell Book Burro your zip code in the preferences, it will use World Cat to find the closest copy of that book in a public library. If the closest library happens to be your library, you can click on the link and it will allow you to place a hold on the book. (Of course, this assumes that your library is using SIRSI, or some other system World Cat understands.) For bibliophiles who are trying not to spend all their money on books, this is very useful.
I had a busy weekend. On Saturday, I helped my trainer take two horses to a schooling horse show for two of her junior riders. One horse, Indy, had never been to a horse show (or indeed trailered anywhere except to a vet) so we had no idea of what to expect. In case I had to ride him if his kid couldn’t manage him, I made sure I had all my riding apparel. He was a star. He started out with his head two feet higher than usual, but after an hour, he looked relaxed and rather interested. By the end of two hours, you would have guessed he had been at several dozen events before.( Read the rest of this entry » )
I’ve been recovering fairly well from my fall a week ago. Last night, for the first time, I was able to sleep on my left side as well as my right side. Since I am a confirmed side sleeper, and switch back and forth through the night, this is a relief.
The greatest challenge was trying to figure out how to take three types of medication, all of which should be taken with food, without taking all three at the same time. Taking all three at the same time, even with food, upset my stomach. I also ran into another side effect on Saturday, when the muscle relaxant gave me a severe headache. I stopped taking it at that point.
Currently, I am taking the anti-inflammatory twice a day, and one pain killer tablet at night before I go to sleep. Since I continue to improve every day, this seems to be a good approach.
This most recent brush with drug modern medicine reminds me of why I so frequently pursue home care for minor problems. Since I so frequently seem to have side effects with drugs, it seems pointless to go to the doctor and get expensive prescriptions in which the cure seems worse than the disease.
I’ve been preoccupied recently with moving my mother into a small town home about twenty minutes from my house. Yesterday, since I was also on standby for jury duty, I decided to exercise Lily in the morning before calling at 11:30 to see whether I had to go in for the afternoon.
Lily was a little full of herself since it was thirty degrees cooler than it had been the previous day. However, she fairly cooperative so I wasn’t too worried. Then a big noisy truck went by and Lily jumped three feet in the air. I went a lot higher and was not square over her back when I came down. I hung halfway on for what seemed like a long time, before I hit the ground.
I lay groaning (in an embarrassing fashion) on the ground for a while, trying to figure out what was hurt, and already starting to worry about the jury duty. I quit moaning, and very cautiously rolled to my feet, supporting my back as I got up. My trainer came over and said I had broken my stirrup. Lily was standing quietly a few feet away. No, I said, the safety release feature of the stirrups, purchased after I had badly strained an ankle coming off of Hap many years ago, had given way. In approximately ten years, they had never released before. That had probably saved me another strained ankle, if not a broken leg.
I was feeling fairly good at that point, then took a step and cried out. Something was very wrong in my lower back. “I don’t think I can get back on,” I told my trainer, and she gave Lily to her working student to longe and put away. My trainer asked me if she call 911. I was appalled at the idea. She asked me if I wanted to go to the emergency room. I didn’t want to do that either. I told her I wanted to see what rest, ice and aspirin would do and hobbled into the house. My trainer had three very young, inexperienced riders for her camp, so she couldn’t hover over me, which would have been her usual course of action.
I have always been a wuss about pain, and was feeling very sorry for myself. I felt a little less stressed when I called the jury duty number and found out I had been excused from my obligation and was no longer on standby. I left a very tearful message for Jack on his answering machine at work. By the time he called back, I had no desire to drive myself home, so he said he would come and get me.
By then my trainer was back in the house, strongly of the opinion that I ought to see a doctor even if I didn’t want to go to the emergency room. The pain was getting worse, despite rest and ice, and by the time Jack got there, I was starting to consider it since I hurt both sitting and laying down. I couldn’t face the wait in an emergency room, so Jack called the medical practice he goes to, and they gave me an afternoon appointment. I no longer have a doctor, due to insurance plan changes, and not having needed one for several years.
The ride to the office was an ordeal, since there was no way I could find a comfortable position while seated. I filled out the paperwork standing up at the doctor’s office. I was impressed that I didn’t wait very long in the waiting room.
I describe the fall to the doctor, and how both my trainer and I thought I had been hurt getting hung up as I came out of the saddle, and not when I hit the ground. He decided I didn’t necessarily need xrays, and prescribed a muscle relaxant, an anti-inflammatory, and a pain killer.
Within an hour of taking them, I was able to lay comfortably in bed and read. I was no longer gasping at every unwary move that used my lower back. I took another muscle relaxant and pain killer in the middle of the night, and woke up almost pain free this morning.
I feel good enough now to go out and do stuff, but Jack thinks I need another day of rest, and my mother thinks I shouldn’t be driving until I get used to the drugs. I suppose they have a point.
Never leave a meeting early when they are holding elections.
This coming weekend, the science fiction club to which Jack and I belong are sponsoring a science fiction convention called “COSine”:http://www.rialto.org/cosine/ here in Colorado Springs. Friday night, I attended the last COSine meeting before the con, but left before the business meeting of the club itself, which was holding annual meetings.
I was elected secretary of the club. I thought this was curious since I rarely attend more than one or two meetings a year. Jack explains that the plan is for someone to take minutes, which I will then put on the web. I actually had volunteered to maintain the club’s website.
I am reminded of WSFA in DC which was notorious for years for electing people as secretary and then never seeing them for the duration of their term. I think I broke this trend the year they elected me secretary.
Epersonae’s emergency weblog entry reminds me of my own bemusement when I used to see those library programs enticing children to read ten books in the summer. I was lucky if I could make ten books last me a week. The high point of my week during the summers was when my mother would go to Safeway, and drop me off at the Gaithersburg library on the way. I can still visualize the layout of the old library, which was replaced by a much larger version after it burned down.
It was easier during the school year, when I volunteered in the library before school started so that I could make sure I had my two or three books to last me through the day. (Yes, I read them in classes. At the time, I didn’t realize that my teachers had to know I was doing it, but I don’t recall ever being reprimanded for it.)
The only author I currently buy in hardcover, Lois McMaster Bujold, has a forthcoming book called Paladin of Souls, to be published on September 23. The first chapter has been published on line at Souls. Additional chapters will be added each week.
Occasionally, I get audiotaped novels at the library. I don’t really have a great time to listen to them. Even when I was working, my commute was short enough that it didn’t seem to be worth the hastle of putting in the tape. However, I do like to listen to them when I take my daily walks.
Right now, I am listening to Georgette Heyer’s The Foundling, read by Phyllida Nash for Chivers. I’ve read all of her commonly available books: most of them several times. I find that I actually prefer to listen to a story that I have read before. I am something of a speed reader, and the pace of the audioapes seems too slow if I don’t already know what is going to happen.
Phyllida Nash is a great reader. The best readers develop “voices” for each of the characters. Although a voice will occasionally not agree with my own interpretation, I usually can get used to it after a few chapters. I don’t think I have disagreed so far with any of Nash’s voices.
The Foundling has never been one of my top favorites, but I have found in listening to the Heyer books that sometimes even my less favorite of her books gain a new attraction when read out loud. Listening to The Foundling, I realize that my lack of enthusiasm for it is due to the initial chapters. The protagonist, a young man with a diffident personality who dislikes quarreling, is a doormat for his uncle and the other members of his household. Heyer’s skill is such that I feel sympathy for his plight rather than disdain for his lack of assertiveness. However, the bullying in the first chapters is too well drawn to be comfortably comic. Later, the novel turns into a picaresque comedy as the young man escapes his household and travels about on his own. I am looking forward to that part.
Based on trackback from Anita I corrected the publisher to Chivers from Chilton (also a publishing house, but not the right one.) 07-17-2003 06:29 am