Making sure my kneeds are met

[tcepsa]

Since I made mention of this in my RAGBRAI report, it's time for a slightly belated update. I went to see the doctor on Monday and have my knee checked out. My favorite part of the exam was probably when she twisted my lower leg a bit and I was able to say that it didn't hurt (i.e. I don't have a torn ACL). Diagnosis: sprained with some minor fluid buildup, but nothing rest and 1000 mg of Naproxin/day shouldn't fix. It's still a little sore when I walk, but it seems to be healing well.

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[sharrainchains.livejournal.com]

I am so glad! You seemed so tired and worn on Sunday that I was concerned. I am glad that it will get better without much more trouble (except the time and pain until it's well).

Bubblegum jelly bellies? OK...

[tcepsa.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the good wishes :)

You seemed so tired and worn on Sunday that I was concerned.

That was just because I was still very much processing the play that had ended quite intensely five minutes before. I still catch myself humming "Pop Goes The Weasel" and it disquiets me every time I remember why it's there ;)

One of the things that the play made me think of was the story of a kingdom ruled by a wise and just king. He was loved by all of the subjects in the village at the foot of the hill on which the castle was built, and would even occasionally go down and visit the village and walk amongst them and talk with them. One day, the village's water supply became tainted, and everyone who drank the water went crazy. Soon the entire village had gone mad, but since everyone had gone insane, nobody realized it. Occasionally one would go up to the castle to see the king about some matter or other, as they always had, but the castle had a separate water supply, so the king had not been affected like the villagers. The townsfolk who went to see him, however, came back with tales of how the king had changed, gone soft in the head. People began to mutter about his strange behavior, and soon they were convinced that he had gone quite insane and they hated him for the crazy things he would tell them to do. Then one day the king, saddened and puzzled by the way his subjects had come to hate him, paid the village one of his visits. Tensions were high when he first arrived, but he asked for some water since the day was hot and the trip from the castle had made him thirsty. The villagers, grumbling, did as he asked and gave him a drink from the well. A few hours later, everyone was celebrating because the king had regained his sanity.

The moral of the story being that sanity tends to be subjective, and the fact that we as a society have given some people the authority to "objectively" assess others' sanity is something that I am not entirely comfortable with.

That's not to say I regret having gone to see it--but it's just one of those pieces of art that makes me think. A lot. About things that are hard for me to think about, but they are important nonetheless.

Bubblegum jelly bellies? OK...

Hehe, if you go into my boss' office and you notice a lack of bubblegum jelly bellies in his big two-liter candy jar thingie that he keeps in the hope of luring us in, it's probably because somebody was disobeying the rule of "you touch, you take" O:)

[margoeve.livejournal.com]

Ice and Elevation will also help.

I'll slap some Reiki on it when I see you next.