My elbow has been feeling slightly better today--I took niproxen just about an hour ago for the first time. Hopefully, the doctor will have a clue of what's going on and how I can fix things. Excessive typing and excessive crocheting seem to aggravate the joint, and that's iritating since writing (typing) and crocheting are things I enjoy greatly.
In the ... like ... wo file ... I got a message yesterday delivered nicely into my spam folder (thanks gmail) from a friend I had in Governor's School about ten years. I've had people find my journal with google, mostly because of this entry, and I don't have a problem with that. I put my first and last name in the entry for a reason, because my life is really not that risque or questionable to not withhold my name or what I do, at least I don't think so. Googling me can afford you the opportunity to find me in my various internet homes--articles in newspapers, mailing list posts, and papers I've published. I'm rehashing my last idol topic mostly because my friend actually sited my entry in his first email. It makes me feel kind of cool that people have remembered me, but it also gives me pause. In four short words ... Man, Google is amazing ... or is it scary? This doesn't give me pause enough to change how I journal. I won't change the fact that I'm putting my entries out to the general public. But it does make me realize how connected the internet really is, and how grateful I am to have connected and reconnected with friends through this medium.
I've hit the typing threshhold of my poor elbow, so I'll close for now.
