No weights for me for a bit

Went and saw Dr. Towbin this afternoon, who as I expected aspirated the swollen bit on my chest. Y'all don't want to know how much fluid he took out of there. But it was a good clean drain, and no sign of infection or anything. I strongly suspect I must have just damaged something in there trying to do chest-related weights exercises too soon. Meh.

So he slathered some antibiotic on there and taped me up and I'm supposed to leave the tape and cotton on for a couple of days. Then more antibiotic and bandaids. But no weights. At least, no chest-related weight exercises. I need to rethink my exercise strategy Wednesday night. I may have to just switch to doing treadmill for a bit.

Two things learned from this experience:

The 257 drops off at 128th and 116th, and I can walk right along 128th to come up on Evergreen the back way. There's a footpath that goes up the hill and right into the parking garage--and in fact as I was coming in, solarbird drove past me as she was coming in to meet me and park.

Also--though I kind of knew this already--my pain tolerance is fairly high. I tend to quite underestimate the amount of pain I'm in and don't realize exactly how much I was hurting until after the source of pain is gone. I was a little lightheaded just from sheer relief after Towbin was done.

I'm to come back in on the 14th and we'll see what's what then. He said "maybe" when I mentioned that I'd arranged to have the reconstruction done in September, which concerns me a bit, but we'll see how I continue to heal up.

Book Log #42: The Body in the Library, by Agatha Christie

Not too terribly long ago (though independently of the Doctor Who episode "The Unicorn and the Wasp", it must be said), solarbird got into the mood to read some good ol' fashioned Agatha Christie. Since I had never actually read a word of hers, I thought it was high time I gave one of her books a shot. The one that Dara had bought is the second of the Miss Marples: The Body in the Library.

And it's certainly an interesting little mystery, I'll give it that. Miss Marple didn't do much for me as a character, though. Most of the scenes don't even involve her, and in those that do, she's not much of a presence. She offers some pithy observations that guide the police in solving the mystery, sure--but other than that, she doesn't really do much. I'll definitely credit Christie with an intriguing scenario to solve, though this particular character doesn't seem much my cup of tea. Maybe she improves in later Miss Marple novels?

I'm sure I'll read more Christie at some point, though I have to admit that so far I'm still more of a Peter Wimsey fangirl. For this novel, though, two and a half stars.

And oh yes: Dark Knight

Lest I forget to mention: solarbird, spazzkat, and I went to go see The Dark Knight this past Friday. Picoreview: dark dark darkity dark, with a heaping helping of dark on top, and would you like some dark with that?

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