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Apr. 22nd, 2013 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardToday's Hobbit art rec theme is art that tells a story. (Some of these have explanations, but I like the sense of urgency/story/whatever in the piece itself.)
young Fili and Kili on the run by![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
kaciart
'You just have to take the axe out' and 'Welcome back to the land of the living, cousin' bybridgioto
two kids without the jackets by![[deviantart.com profile]](https://i.deviantart.net/icons/favicon.png)
olivietta
'Mister, please, sell us this toy?' byankad
Dis encountering a bear in the woods byppitte
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Eep, I realize I haven't done last week's Hobbit art rec round-up yet, I'll do it tomorrow.
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LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAY. First I had a hair experience that made me want to set my head on fire, though I resisted and eventually my hair looked fine, but that was after, like, an hour and a half because apparently my hands forgot how to do lace braids and I eventually ripped half of them out and just did English braids instead.
And then I went to the library. Okay. Nothing wrong there, except for the SUDDEN AGONIZING PAIN in my right ring finger, in one spot, for about five to ten minutes, and then it sort of petered off. (And was back on and off, though in more irritation and left agony, in a couple of fingers -- that kind of pain where it feels like it's right up against the bone, which I've been feeling a lot of in my left thumb. Fuck my hands, man.)
And then I went into town, okay, except it was late so everything was already either closing or closed already, and on my way back A BIRD POOPED ON ME. Or grazed me, whatever: hair, jacket, somehow my bag that was on the other side of my body, IDEK, and my left wrist brace, which is now in the laundry.
BUT I ate three meals today (OMG! no, seriously, OMG) and did schoolwork and read my book (when in doubt, reread DWJ), so there's that.
AND THEN my left wrist flared up hardcore with the kind of dull ache that made my life agony back in February and which until today hadn't actually recurred amongst all the other crazy shit my hands and wrists have done. Which made me dive for the paracetamol, which I haven't done in a few days, but anything that makes me sit there and chant, "fuck fuck it hurts kick in painkillers kick in fuck fuck fuck," at least is actually better than the all-consuming misery of the past few days. What the actual hell, world.
And I don't have a third brace, so I'm mildly worried about what my wrists will do tomorrow, given that I sleep in them.
And my hands were mostly fine (ish...I don't even remember what not being in mild pain and/or discomfort is like) for most of the day, too. *sigh* Last night I actually started to feel it from typing for the first time, which was alarming, because typing is one of the things I've been able to do without being in pain. This really sucks, okay. For one thing, my rapidly fraying sanity. For another thing, fuck, my degree.
young Fili and Kili on the run by
'You just have to take the axe out' and 'Welcome back to the land of the living, cousin' by
two kids without the jackets by
olivietta'Mister, please, sell us this toy?' by
Dis encountering a bear in the woods by
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Eep, I realize I haven't done last week's Hobbit art rec round-up yet, I'll do it tomorrow.
*
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAY. First I had a hair experience that made me want to set my head on fire, though I resisted and eventually my hair looked fine, but that was after, like, an hour and a half because apparently my hands forgot how to do lace braids and I eventually ripped half of them out and just did English braids instead.
And then I went to the library. Okay. Nothing wrong there, except for the SUDDEN AGONIZING PAIN in my right ring finger, in one spot, for about five to ten minutes, and then it sort of petered off. (And was back on and off, though in more irritation and left agony, in a couple of fingers -- that kind of pain where it feels like it's right up against the bone, which I've been feeling a lot of in my left thumb. Fuck my hands, man.)
And then I went into town, okay, except it was late so everything was already either closing or closed already, and on my way back A BIRD POOPED ON ME. Or grazed me, whatever: hair, jacket, somehow my bag that was on the other side of my body, IDEK, and my left wrist brace, which is now in the laundry.
BUT I ate three meals today (OMG! no, seriously, OMG) and did schoolwork and read my book (when in doubt, reread DWJ), so there's that.
AND THEN my left wrist flared up hardcore with the kind of dull ache that made my life agony back in February and which until today hadn't actually recurred amongst all the other crazy shit my hands and wrists have done. Which made me dive for the paracetamol, which I haven't done in a few days, but anything that makes me sit there and chant, "fuck fuck it hurts kick in painkillers kick in fuck fuck fuck," at least is actually better than the all-consuming misery of the past few days. What the actual hell, world.
And I don't have a third brace, so I'm mildly worried about what my wrists will do tomorrow, given that I sleep in them.
And my hands were mostly fine (ish...I don't even remember what not being in mild pain and/or discomfort is like) for most of the day, too. *sigh* Last night I actually started to feel it from typing for the first time, which was alarming, because typing is one of the things I've been able to do without being in pain. This really sucks, okay. For one thing, my rapidly fraying sanity. For another thing, fuck, my degree.