I think that I may have hit upon the real reason that I don’t seem to dream and it isn’t closet psychosis. I think that my mind is generally too busy to waste processing power on things that are not real.
Yesterday afternoon was spent pacing out the dimensions of another possible venue with my friend. It was a useful exercise because it got us both on the same page, previously we had different ideas of how to reconfigure the trading space.
So last night I retired with a mind full of things that I need to address on the current option and gates that would need to be passed to firm up the potential standby. I was half way through the positioning of a bar in order to get the best presence when I fell asleep.
This morning, when I awoke, the first thing that came into my mind, after pain, was the dilema of curved vs angled bars. The topic had moved no further in my sleep but neither had it left my mind it was, in short, as if somebody had pressed pause. Now this makes a lot of sense to me, if you jumble everything up with dreams you must lose your place in the original thought and that would be very inefficient.
Imagine, if you will, leaving the office on Friday and the last thing you do is to move all of your work around and scatter random documents. You just wouldn’t would you? What would be the sense in it, it would just take you longer to catch up with where you were. So when you wake and start recounting your dreams and sorting fact from fiction I am already visualising, in this case, seating plans and angles.
News from the health front this week, for those that follow. My blood pressure remains comfortably low despite some 4 months of not taking medication, I think that we can safely chalk that up as a victory for Dr Gav. I seem to still be suffering quite a bit of pain from the ‘robo wrists’ despite them not receiving as much abuse. Lefty in particular has taken to a viscously sharp stabbing pain to attract my attention, which it does most successfully. I have considered this, in my Dr Gav capacity, and concluded that additional exercise is the solution.
Despite donning a wrist brace yesterday lefty continued to misbehave. Cooking an evening meal resulted in a burn on my right arm when lefty decided to reject the plan of holding a saucepan. Using my medical expertise* I studied lefty and the movements that caused more pain. I had a eureka moment when I discovered a lump between the base of my thumb and my wrist. Checking the other wrist revealed no such projection but what did that mean? One of the problems with smashing both wrists is that there is no known ‘good’ one to compare with, had lefty grown a lump or had righty lost one?
Given that lefty was causing the pain and the more painful movements caused a grinding against the lump I concluded it was not desirable. The next question was what to do with the lump? It didn’t hurt to press it but equally it didn’t seem to want to move. Now the engineer in me knows that middle carpal row is held in compression by the other two so perhaps it was just a case of getting the correct angle of attack. Rotating the wrist whilst pressing the lump brought some movement and after a couple of goes I was rewarded with a loud crack.
No more lump, well at least it was smaller. A quick check through the range of rotation revealed that it now hurt more, with the grinding feeling deeper in the joints. This all seemed rather unfair, I had solved the issue after all so why had the pain not stopped? More worryingly how would I get the bone back out if indeed that was the problem?
I did some exercise to work out all of the mechanical noises and then retired for the night. Lefty most definitely disapproved, no matter how I laid I couldn’t stop the pain. In the end I hit a compromise, a very tight bandage and wrist under the pillow numbed it for a while. The problem with this arrangement was that after a short while the pins and needles became more annoying so I had to release the bandage. Whilst this arrangement is not conducive to sleep it does give plenty of opportunity to listen to the ocean.
The pain has eased off a little this morning, obviously this is because my intervention was the right thing to do. Or perhaps it just that my shoulder is aching so much, in protest at sleeping on it, that the wrist doesn’t seem so bad.
I wrote this post mainly for anyone who should catch me sneaking glances at them. It’s ok it’s nothing weird I’m just trying to understand what a wrist should look like!
*or should that be stupidise?