S.M. Carrière's Blog, page 227

Free At Last!

Ding, Dong!The brace is off.Which ol' brace?The wicked brace.Ding, Dong!The wicked brace is off!There is a dance party going on in my head right now. I am happily typing with all fingers on all hands because... you guessed it! The brace is off! Free at last!I have the brace with me just in case the pain should flare up again, as recommended by the doctor at the clinic I went to.I am hoping

A Little About Nothing

Perhaps it will be a lot about nothing. I can never tell when starting off a post.In writing news, there isn't much to tell. I wrote a disappointing 2 000 words yesterday, and it took me all day to do it. This brace isn't much fun at all! Luckily for me, it comes off tonight and I'll be able to get on with my life. That will be lovely!Last night was delightful. I spent it with friends. We

A Bracing Weekend

Good morning everyone!The brace is, unfortunately, still on. However, I will still attempt to write my daily target of 3 000 words. The brace comes off tomorrow evening, and hopefully stays off for the rest of my life. There will be a party.Luckily, I have figured out a way to type with the brace on... sort of. It shouldn't be too much of a hassle to type! Hopefully there won't be very many

Still Injured

Well, my wrist is still in a brace. I took it (the brace, not my wrist) off to sleep last night. It didn't start hurting until this morning a few minutes after I woke up. The doctor told me to continue to wear the brace until my wrist stopped hurting. So, I guess I'll be wearing the brace a little longer.On the good side, I can type with two fingers on my right hand instead of just one. Yay

Oh Dear!

Well, this is disastrous!My wrist is still sore today. I can type well enough with my left hand, but the only finger I can use on my right hand is the ring finger, thanks to the lovely new brace I bought this morning. The doctor told me to wear a brace, and so I'm wearing one. The thing is, not only does it take me an age to write one simple sentence, but my clumsy right hand keeps hitting the

The Price of 11 000 words in Two Days

Well now I've gone and done it. I don't know how I did it, but I did.I noted on my Facebook page and on Twitter how writing 8 000 words made my fingers ache. The next day, I wrote my regular 3 000. That evening, after I had shut down the computer and left work I began to notice an acute pain in my wrist. It grew steadily worse the (very long because there was a snow storm) bus ride home.By

St. Lucia Celebrations

As yesterday was St. Lucia Day, my flatmate threw a very small Lucia celebration. It was a wonderful gathering of three - K.M-B., J.M-B. and myself.I came home from work and we ate meatballs in sauce, potato fritters and Swedish crackers with cheese or jam for dinner. The jam was made from a berry that was something like cranberry, but not quite. It didn't smell all that appealing, but tasted

Happy St. Lucia Day!

Traditional Lucia Day song, sung by New Zealand talent Hayley WestenraGoogle Translate informs me that in Swedish it's said:Glad Saint LuciaThough I have a feeling this isn't quite correct.I am not Swedish, so I generally don't observe the tradition of St. Lucia's Day. My flatmate, however, is, and she does. Thus this morning I received a lovely wake-up of my flatmate entering my bedroom

My Life is Ridiculous

Reflecting on the ridiculous things that have happened this week and the crazy fun I've had, I realise just how ridiculous my life has been. I mean ridiculous in a good way, as has been the theme of this week.Sure, I've had some hellish moments. All in all, however, I am one incredibly lucky person.I've lived in seven cities in five countries all around the world.Ridiculous!Sure, one ended up

My Friends Are Ridiculous

Last night was hilarious fun - a casual evening of pizza, wine and DDR on the Wii. For those who don't know, DDR = Dance Dance Revolution.Man was it ridiculous fun!You want ridiculous? Watch people stomp on a mat until they fall over (or very nearly).I'll be the first to admit. When it comes to DDR, I'm bloody terrible. Not as terrible as some, but terrible. I misstep and I flail and I swear