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Isn't that a great word?
I have a little splinter or something in my toe;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor tried to get it out with tweezers but couldn't even see it, I soaked it last night and this morning in epsom salts and that didn't do the trick, so I limped around all day today, and my leg is SO tired of that. One of my co-workers, an older lady, said, "You need drawring ointment!" [ETA: yes, she did pronounce it "drawring," because she's from Maine.;)]
"What's that?" I asked, and then felt dumb because the term is obvious - ointment that draws - even if it sounds archaic. "I mean, what is it called, what do I look for?" She couldn't tell me that, she couldn't remember the name of it, she just knew she had some at home, and she'd be glad to bring it to me. I didn't know that an ointment existed specifically for that purpose. My grandmother used comfrey poultices to draw things, but I don't know where to buy comfrey - she grew it.
Thankfully, another co-worker (Harlequinne) noticed I was limping. She told me that when she worked at a factory that made lenses they were each issued a little tube of black, greasy, really stinky stuff that would draw out the glass splinters - ichthammol.
Such a blessing she remembered what it was called. When I went to the drugstore the pharamacist was impressed that I could pronounce it correctly. I didn't tell him that when I had written it down my guess at the spelling was 'ichthymal,' and then I looked at what I'd written and said to Harlequinne, "This makes me think of fish."
"Maybe it has something to do with fish," she said. "Maybe it's made of rotted fish! That would certainly fit the smell."
My leg is so sore, though, from the hobbling (even up into my back, though that might be from lifting all the bags), that it was hard to drive home. I hope it feels better tomorrow. Or, I almost hope it feels worse, so I can take a day off and not hobble around tomorrow as well. Or maybe I should just take a day off. I haven't contractedeor's illness - he's over it and went back to work today, and I'm not having the slightest symptom. What a dissappointment. I want a day off.
And you know what? I just wrote a whole rant about work, and then I decided to snip it. Because I really don't want to think about it anymore and I think it's best for me not to.
I went and read some ofyonmei's flash fiction where she asked people to challenge her with a word. Cool stuff. I especially like the ones she wrote for "tummy," "otherworldly" and (my) "plethora."
I don't know if I can do flash fiction, but then again I've never tried. She seems to think it's a good way to get her mind off things. So...
If anyone would like to challenge me with a word - any single word you like - I'll try to write something for you.
I have a little splinter or something in my toe;
eor tried to get it out with tweezers but couldn't even see it, I soaked it last night and this morning in epsom salts and that didn't do the trick, so I limped around all day today, and my leg is SO tired of that. One of my co-workers, an older lady, said, "You need drawring ointment!" [ETA: yes, she did pronounce it "drawring," because she's from Maine.;)]"What's that?" I asked, and then felt dumb because the term is obvious - ointment that draws - even if it sounds archaic. "I mean, what is it called, what do I look for?" She couldn't tell me that, she couldn't remember the name of it, she just knew she had some at home, and she'd be glad to bring it to me. I didn't know that an ointment existed specifically for that purpose. My grandmother used comfrey poultices to draw things, but I don't know where to buy comfrey - she grew it.
Thankfully, another co-worker (Harlequinne) noticed I was limping. She told me that when she worked at a factory that made lenses they were each issued a little tube of black, greasy, really stinky stuff that would draw out the glass splinters - ichthammol.
Such a blessing she remembered what it was called. When I went to the drugstore the pharamacist was impressed that I could pronounce it correctly. I didn't tell him that when I had written it down my guess at the spelling was 'ichthymal,' and then I looked at what I'd written and said to Harlequinne, "This makes me think of fish."
"Maybe it has something to do with fish," she said. "Maybe it's made of rotted fish! That would certainly fit the smell."
My leg is so sore, though, from the hobbling (even up into my back, though that might be from lifting all the bags), that it was hard to drive home. I hope it feels better tomorrow. Or, I almost hope it feels worse, so I can take a day off and not hobble around tomorrow as well. Or maybe I should just take a day off. I haven't contracted
eor's illness - he's over it and went back to work today, and I'm not having the slightest symptom. What a dissappointment. I want a day off. And you know what? I just wrote a whole rant about work, and then I decided to snip it. Because I really don't want to think about it anymore and I think it's best for me not to.
I went and read some of
yonmei's flash fiction where she asked people to challenge her with a word. Cool stuff. I especially like the ones she wrote for "tummy," "otherworldly" and (my) "plethora." I don't know if I can do flash fiction, but then again I've never tried. She seems to think it's a good way to get her mind off things. So...
If anyone would like to challenge me with a word - any single word you like - I'll try to write something for you.