Yesterday, Tonight and tomorrow
Jan. 23rd, 2010 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogBack to the doc yesterday. My x-rays still hadn't arrived from my visit to One Hour Photo four days earlier, but from the Stupid Human Tricks he made me perform, he was reasonably sure the issue with my right-arm pain is something called shoulder impingement. Essentially, all of the tendons converge in a Can of Worms intersection before going down the arm, and even minor irritation or injury can cause them to inflame inside the bottleneck and cause pretty nasty pain when moving (or even not moving) the arm. Since the Naproxen seemed to get it down to a dull roar, we're continuing with that for the near future, unless either it doesn't go away or some sort of tear shows on the pictures.
The worst part of the visit was the wait to get in. I was actually early for a change, passing on a chance to run some paperwork downtown out of fear of being late, so instead I waited for well over an hour. Fortunately, I had the iPhone to keep my brain active. Not so fortunately, with all that Safari time, I managed to run the battery completely down, and thus couldn't phone home to let the grrls know I'd be late between the delayed appointment and picking up the Naproxen refill.
No problem, though. I bought a candy bar at Wegmans so I'd have some quarters, and went out to the pay phone. Or rather, the brick wall where the pay phones used to be. Nothing in the adjacent strip malls. "The library!" was my next thought, and the wrong thought. By then, the scrip was ready and I got home not too terribly late, but it really gives you a sense of how dependent we've become on these little ticky-tacky boxes in our pockets.
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This morning, we watched the DVRing of Conan's Tonight Show, the first and last time it ever played in this house. It was almost enough to wish it was still on, for the clips of the previous months evoked a lot more of Letterman's early wacky period than Dave's current effort ever did. I never particularly warmed to O'Brien, but neither did I have the palpable dislike for him or his schtick that I've always had for the Chin Man. Conan ended his time with a genuine thanking of the network that just scratched him a $42 million check, despite it being his last chance to whale on NBC before the new contractual restrictions kicked in. Neil Young sang a touching version of "Long May You Run," and the band's choices all night for background music were excellent- particularly choosing Cheap Trick to accompany the clip reel:
Mommy's all right, Daddy's all right, they just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender/but don't give yourself away
I have a feeling that seven months or so from now, he won't.
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Emily is off shop-ping this afternoon, then off to the BF's house. I have piles of work to clean away, to be replaced by incoming work to be made into piles. I may even ::shudder:: wash the car, which probably can't take an automatic Delta Sonicking right now (the side mirror's probably not completely cured yet) but can likely handle a good hosing.
The worst part of the visit was the wait to get in. I was actually early for a change, passing on a chance to run some paperwork downtown out of fear of being late, so instead I waited for well over an hour. Fortunately, I had the iPhone to keep my brain active. Not so fortunately, with all that Safari time, I managed to run the battery completely down, and thus couldn't phone home to let the grrls know I'd be late between the delayed appointment and picking up the Naproxen refill.
No problem, though. I bought a candy bar at Wegmans so I'd have some quarters, and went out to the pay phone. Or rather, the brick wall where the pay phones used to be. Nothing in the adjacent strip malls. "The library!" was my next thought, and the wrong thought. By then, the scrip was ready and I got home not too terribly late, but it really gives you a sense of how dependent we've become on these little ticky-tacky boxes in our pockets.
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This morning, we watched the DVRing of Conan's Tonight Show, the first and last time it ever played in this house. It was almost enough to wish it was still on, for the clips of the previous months evoked a lot more of Letterman's early wacky period than Dave's current effort ever did. I never particularly warmed to O'Brien, but neither did I have the palpable dislike for him or his schtick that I've always had for the Chin Man. Conan ended his time with a genuine thanking of the network that just scratched him a $42 million check, despite it being his last chance to whale on NBC before the new contractual restrictions kicked in. Neil Young sang a touching version of "Long May You Run," and the band's choices all night for background music were excellent- particularly choosing Cheap Trick to accompany the clip reel:
Mommy's all right, Daddy's all right, they just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender/but don't give yourself away
I have a feeling that seven months or so from now, he won't.
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Emily is off shop-ping this afternoon, then off to the BF's house. I have piles of work to clean away, to be replaced by incoming work to be made into piles. I may even ::shudder:: wash the car, which probably can't take an automatic Delta Sonicking right now (the side mirror's probably not completely cured yet) but can likely handle a good hosing.
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Date: 2010-01-23 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:30 pm (UTC)I'd totally forgotten about the shoddy way that NBC treated Dave back in the day, until this brouhaha with Conan came about. I admit, most of my favorite network shows have come from NBC over the years, but they do treat their talent pretty badly. To think they did away with both Conan and Dave...and kept JAY?
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Date: 2010-01-25 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-25 10:10 pm (UTC)and yes, good grief, the dependence on cell phones is a little crazy.