On Sat, 29 Aug 2020 09:38:23 -0400, Joy Beeson
wrote:

I thought of something as I was drifting off to sleep and thought "I
don't need to get up to take care of that; I'll remember it when I'm
putting my sandwich into my pannier tomorrow."

I didn't.

I did remember when I got to the fairgrounds: boxes to put my
tomatoes in so I could pile stuff on top of them.

But tomatoes and peppers were all there was, so the cushion of
crumpled grocery bags was sufficient -- even when I ran into a post on
the recreationway and fell off my bike. (I had also put the tomatoes
into grocery bags, and pulled the handles of the bags through the
wires before tying them elsewhere. And I bought only bite-size
tomatoes.)

I had met only one person on the recreationway, and that a mile back,
so I was lollygagging along thinking about everything except what I
was doing when I came to a "no motor vehicles execept ambulances" gate
and steered without thinking onto the narrow path around it.

The gates are put on wide spots, so that there is pavement left over
when they put in a gate wide enough to let a motor vehicle in.

Then I noticed that the edge of the pavement was a sheer drop-off into
a stone-filled ditch and my hands were nowhere near the brakes. I
instinctively twitched left and caught the top of the gatepost right
in the sternum.

The middle and ring fingers of my left hand were sore. The middle
finger stopped hurting on the way home; the ring finger got swollen.
It's quite sore, but doesn't mind typing much.

It did object when I scratched my head just now.

My chest is sore, but I haven't developed a mark yet.

Left off writing at 2:41/14:41.

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18:55

I thought all the sternum did was hold the ribs in place, but it would
appear that a lot of muscles are anchored to it.

According to Wikepidia, just one, the pectoralis major, but it has a
lot of attachment points.

When I was packing my lunch, I forgot that I'd saved an eight-ounce
disposable bottle to carry milk in. It's just as well; I had
altogether too many bottles in my pannier as it was. I didn't touch
either of the water bottles in the pannier, and consumed only one and
a half of the two in the cages -- which included a significant amount
used for washing hands and rinsing tomotoes. On the other hand, I
drank all of the pint of tea, and put a healthy squirt of switchel
concentrate into one of my water bottles. I was back in Warsaw before
I felt the need of switchel, presumably because there were starch and
electrolytes in my breakfast and lunch.

The potted meat was rather messy on my sandwich.

I had rather a lot of pickle slices on my sandwich. I wonder whether
any salt remains in PBL pickles after the alum bath.

Still no mark on my chest. There are blue marks on the finger, but
they don't encircle it as they would if the bone were damaged.

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24:23

I've heard almost nothing from my sprained rotator cuff today, partly
because I can't play computer games or do anything else that
aggravates it while riding a drop-handlebar bike. I did notice it
when I tried to wave to somebody with my right arm.

Google said the return trip was eight miles, but I continued west for
a while before crossing to Crystal Lake Road and turning toward home.

I left the simulated push-ups out of my sciatica exercises this
evening.

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Joy Beeson
joy beeson at centurylink dot net
http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/