My first two wheel-thrown pots waiting to tell me if I did it right
Three wins
Walked on tip toes as soon as I formed the conviction that hiking boots reign supreme.
Spent the entire Tuesday with Anja at
Studio Pansa, where I made my first two wheel-thrown pots. Looking back, the whole thing was too wet, which is confirmed by the ridiculous amount of clay I brought home on my clothes. Between drying, trimming, firing, glazing, and more firing, it could be months before I find out whether I did it right. I find that quite exhilirating.
This feels like a bit of a sad win, but Iāve cancelled my YouTube Premium account, putting an end to three months of near non-stop background videos, and bad reality TV on repeat. Iāve replaced it with discovering new music through
NTS Radio, which continues to delight me.
Sometimes, IKEA really knows how to put together a vibe. I love our remodelled bathroom
Three wins
Finished the first stage of our bathroom remodel. While Anja, did the vast majority of the work, we managed to collaborate well on putting together the medicine cabinet. I quickly lost the ability to understand anyone who does not have storage space behind their mirrors.
I walked from the office to a favorite coffee spot with coworker C., mostly without crutches! It was a win, endurance-wise, but a failure in self control. I spent the rest of the week feeling the ramifications of this adventure.
Anja and I took an amazing pottery workshop at Pansa. She has been a member there for years, but hadnāt been since her head injury in April. I was hoping this beginnerās workshop would give her back her confidence, and I seem to have succeeded. Of course, I, too, will be signing up for their full workshop.
Read the eleven peer reviews I had received at work, and was stunned, inspired, and humbled by the kindness and positivity. Part of me thinks thatās just because people felt sorry for me and my Christmas Eve surgery. A more positive part sees Iām doing things right.
Despite what I was told, my PICC line, which delivered antibiotics intravenously, was able to come out on Wednesday. This meant I no longer have to carry the dispenser pack, that I can pick up the dog again, and that I can take normal showers!
Had my first physical therapy session, where the therapists straightened me out right quick about my posture. The younger one, a senior student, massaged my calf in a way that gave me so much more flexibility it left me speechless.
I made it home after seven nights at the hospital! Staying there between Christmas and New Yearās really wasnāt as horrible as youād imagine. I figured: if anything happens, Iām already at the hospital, anyway.
Still, I should confess that I was excited to be released from the presence of my hospital neighbor, a dentureless elderly woman with severe bowel problems whose sounds were revolting. If youāre wondering how petty I am for focusing on that instead of my own fracture-related infection, imagine what Anjaās life is like. (Continue)
For this weekās weeknotes Iām trying something new with sections, inspired by Tracy Durnell. Overall, week 48 was great: I had a few important wins in the health department, and overall I leave it feeling confident, optimistic, and loved.
Three wins After 34 days, I retired my cast and got an aircast! Iām finally able to learn to walk on two feet again Iāve been enjoying my Miracle Morning routine Stuff I did 8 hours on both Thursday and Friday confirmed what I had hoped: I finally feel energetic and proactive enough to get back to work. (Continue)
After the swelling in my ankle postponing it with a week, I was finally able to have surgery on my left ankle on Wednesday! Iām surprised by how pleasant the whole experience was. Post-surgery, Iām in very little pain, and Iāve been able to leave the Oxycodone in its designated box. Four days later, aside from the anti blood cloth pill, Iām raw-dogging recovery. My pre-surgery phase lasted longer than expected, all because I didnāt understand what ākeep your foot upā really means. (Continue)
