Author: meisaj

Living in the Cleve

So…

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So I’m not going to have time to write 750 words this morning in the next, 8 or so minutes.  It’s just not enough time.

I am quite proud that Sam and I got up this morning to exercise before work.  Her to do some morning yoga stretches or something or another (I don’t do yoga…. hate it).  Me to ride my exercise bike for twenty minutes.  And I did take it rather easy, my calf, for obvious reasons, doesn’t feel the best.  But I thought getting some blood pumping through the bruise would be good for it also.

I had a very strange dream last night.  Two actually.  Unfortunately the first came right before the first alarm went off and instantly disappeared into the mist when I went to sleep for another 15 minutes.

In the second though I was living in this same apartment sometime in the near future.  Oscar was dead (my cat).  While walking through the dinning area of my apartment the floor boards started to rumble.  They started cracking and a box pushed up through the floor boards.  It was Oscar.  I had apparently buried him underneath the floor of our apartment when he died.

I picked up the box and tried to keep him in it while he kept trying to get out.  At first he clearly dead and rotting like a zombie cat would be, but as the dream went on he kept getting healthier and healthier until at the end of the dream I let him out of the box because he was perfectly fine.

While this was going on Sam was on the phone (in my dream) with someone who was telling her to pick up her two pets.  These two pets they were referring to had died when she was a child and they wanted her to pick up their now animated bodies.  I kept telling her to hang up, and she finally told the person she wasn’t driving to Madison to pick up some quasi-alive animals.

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What I really got out of the dream, or what caused me to think when I woke up was that when Oscar pushed out of the floorboards in his box there was dirt everywhere.  When I woke up I immediately knew this wasn’t right.  I live on the third floor, there wouldn’t be dirt.

Then I got thinking.  I don’t like that there isn’t dirt underneath my floor.  That kind of bugs me.

Time for work.  418 words. Not bad for a quick morning entry.

My Nose

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I’ve been thinking about my nose today. Weird I know, who thinks about their nose, but mine has been sore lately. Blowing it too much. My biggest issue with my nose is that I broke it when I was younger.

Now I’m not sure if I really broke it or not, I just know it bled for an inordinate amount of time. Hours. Or what seemed like hours. It was the summer after 8th grade and I was at a wrestling camp. I was wrestling someone much heavier than me and he kneed me in the nose, cause it to bleed profusely right away.

I don’t remember everything that was being said at me afterward, but the lady looking at me definitely said “I’m not positive its broken. I’m not a real doctor or nurse. I’m going to school here to be a nurse.” The camp was held on a college campus. I held a towel to it for a few hours an seemed ok later.

However, ever since then my nose has been crooked. It isn’t visible crocked, but looked at from underneath you can see that it is off center. The nasal septum definitely tilts to the right. The problem lies that when I blow my nose a lot it causes the tissue around the septum crack against the septum. It also cracks in the inner corners of my nose making it painful to blow my nose.

I once got told by a doctor that he could fix my nose, but he would have to break it in order to do that. Which in my mind seems a little extreme. They told me the same think about “special pinkie.”
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In other news I’ve spent today shocked at how bruised up my calf is from yesterday’s fall out of the tree. It really wasn’t that big of a fall…. but man did it do some damage. I’ve a solid purple bruise on my calf that has only gotten bigger as the day went on.

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It really is impressive. Doesn’t worry me at all (although Sam is a little worried). I find it more amusing than anything else.

I’ve always figured I should “trust my body” to take care of itself. It must come from my parents. My mom always told me that she (and I assume my father) figured that ‘I’d be fine.’ Whatever the situation going on, they always figured I’d be fine. I’ve got a nice story about my mother letting me walk home late at night in the rain rather than pick me up because “I’d be fine.” I’m saving it for her funeral.

Anyways, I think that my body will be strong and take of itself, like I said. I trust it to heal itself, and for even relatively major injuries to get better fast. The doctors thought my appendix would kill me, I survived (take that gangrene). The doctors didn’t think I’d get full rotation of movement in my collarbone, I did (and now I’m titanium enhanced!!). So when I am sore, bruised, or swollen I trust my body to get me through it.

Doesn’t make the smartest person out there when it comes to my body, but I like to think I will always come away with a great story to tell.

Of course I am typing this as I ice my leg with two cans of frozen orange juice.

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Hmmm. 605 words so far. Although I’m not sure if the word count includes the code to insert the picture or not. I’m pretty sure it does, but I’ll count that. At least today I’ll count it. Tomorrow, maybe not.

But regardless it was good to sit down and type something out about the day. The more I do this I suppose the easier it will be. The tough part seems to be that I have lots of idea of what to write, but I don’t always have time to write stuff down when I think of it.

I need to maybe keep a not pad near me to jot my ideas down. Maybe I’ll use my phone to record the ideas and revisit them later when I sit down to type. And I haven’t figured out whether multiple entries in a day count towards the 750 words or if I need one 750 word entry a day and make the rest just extra.

We’ll see tomorrow morning when I sit down to type something.

(780 words. Bam)

The Fall

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In an effort to fill the massive amount of time before today’s wedding I went to play frisbee golf at a park nearby. It was only 9 holes, but seemed like a good time waster and I haven’t played in a long time.

After a decent 9 holes (+2 for 9 holes, not bad for a year off) I decided to play a second round. On the second hole I threw a high disc and it landed in a tree about fifteen-twenty feet off the ground. I shook the tree mightly and it did not fall. I resorted to the old “knock the stuck disc out with another disc” trick. First throw and the second disc got stuck right up next to the first one.

I shook with more gusto to no avail. In fact on the second shaking go around the branch I was holding tore in half (I should have paid more attention to this incident).

I was getting pretty angry (i had headphones on so I didn’t hear myself cursing, but I was). I opted to climb the tree. This wasn’t an easy thing to do. The tree was covered with spikes, making holding onto it a pain. It was difficult to climb for other reasons too. It was intertwined with several smaller trees (spikes every where) which left no real easy path up. After a switch ten foot climb I had to circle around the tree.

I hung from one branch, grasped onto a branch to the left, hefted my around a small intwined tree and was hanging from the branch looking for footing when it cracked and then fell, with me attached.

I landed on my feet and fell backwards onto of many spiky branches.

I was very angry now and a good deal of blood covered my left hand. I grabbed the water bottle I had and hucked it into the tree trying to dislodge the frisbees. It just got stuck itself (I’m not kidding). I grabbed two branches in each hand and shook with all my might. This time all three objects came down.

Upon cleaning my hand I found the scratches to not be too bad. But it does feel like someone stomped on the back of my left hand. I took ibuprofen to dull the pain (making a fist hurts). I have scratches up and down my arms and a cut on my right calf (I’m guessing that a spike when through my jeans).

But I got my frisbees.

NaNoWriMo

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A few years ago I tried to do NaNoWriMo. NaNoWriMo as you obviously already know is NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth. I had thought about doing it again this year. The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. Obviously I didn’t achieve that when I tried years ago and I haven’t started so I’m not on pace now.

However in my information search about NaNoWriMo I came across an idea called the 750 Words. Every morning you write 750 words. About anything that’s on your mind or anything at all. I figure there’s a few reasons for the 750 words. One it allows you to get anything on your mind off it to start the day write. Two it gets you writing on a daily basis. Three it seems to me that 750 words is just long enough to make you not only write out what you are thinking of (or your initial idea) but also force you to expand upon it. Which is not an easy skill.

So I will write on my blog everyday in November from here on out. 750 words (if I have a word count available to me that is). But 750 words is nothing to shake a stick about. I’m not even close with this entry.

But… Uhm… the 750 doesn’t start til tomorrow. Its Saturday. The end of the week. I need to start fresh tomorrow. So expect a 750 word entry tomorrow. If nothing else I’ll use my Rory’s Story Cubes to get some ideas of what to write about.

However I am kind of excited. I think I may like to turn my blog into a slightly more introspective thing. Or at least make it more personal and full of my thoughts as opposed to a collection of incidents. And having a daily blog piece might correlate nicely to my daily drawings. Of which I still try to do, but need to get much more better at scanning them.

The only off limit thingis work. I refuse to write about workon my blog (other than to say I had a longday, or hard day, or maybe was frustrated at work). No details though.

Huh

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Dropped Sam to get ready for the wedding we are attending this weekend. I now have just over 9 hours to spend in West Chester, Ohio before the wedding starts.

Hope there’s a bookstore nearby.