The morning's Interesting Medical Procedure, designed to find out if my hernia has popped again, injects you with something that heats up when passed under the scanning mechanism. Areas that are not usually hot (like one's bladder) seem to glow incandescently. Cheerful nurse says it's exactly like a hot flash. I can now say definitively that I have never experienced a hot flash, and I feel greatly for those who have.
My front steps are fixed. Wooden scaffolding has been removed, perfectionist concretizer has sanded edges smooth (and harrowed my soul by pounding with a hammer on the new portion to test its solidity), and all is stable for the foreseeable future. Were I still myself and not this slightly flattened being (ativan is a depressant, my doctor warns me; and these days it isn't even ironing out the muscle aches and eye twitches) I would be overjoyed, as I remember being overjoyed when the steps were first 'fixed' eighteen months ago.
Opened bedroom window for what felt like first time this year. And closed it again when the sun went down: low of 5 is still many duvets weather. But spring is definitely here, even if it was snowing a week ago and the high on Thursday was 3. Wore winter jacket for probably the last time yesterday; today cloth jacket and pullover was enough.
(Nor will LJ load my icons. Bugs, system, inevitable.)