Whew!

I'm feeling a bit more positive today (that could be because it's morning and I haven't had an entire day of trying to open doors with my wrists)

My fingers feel like there's rubber bands attached to the ends and I'm trying to bend against them. I tend to rate how they bend, 1 to 5, (5 being I can bend my fingers to my palm) and today before normal activities they are about a 4-ish. It could be debated that they're a 3, but this is my rating system. I'm being positive.

I guess I should have started with a brief, "Hi, it's me!" thing, but I was feeling a bit down and I guess I got a little weepyish.

Hi, I'm Becca, or Bec. 21, a little nuts and lonely. I have a blog, you know? I'm in the nerdy half of the planet. Incubus is my favorite band of all time. Singin' in the Rain is my favorite movie. My favorite color is blue. And my fave TV show(s) (as anyone who knows me for more than 5 minutes knows) are the Stargate shows, SG-1 (recently cancelled but moviecised! Joy!) and Atlantis (new season two weeks away. EEEEEEEEEEEE) I also like Heroes, and speaking of which, I have to catch up on episodes 13 and 14. One a day till the premiere!

Today's going to be another rough day. I liked the weeks when we had 70 degrees and I felt no pain at all, but apparently luck is on the other person's team at the moment. At this particular second, it's 45 degrees. It's not supposed to get much higher than that.

Break out the thermal gloves. Winter is coming in for a landing.

Would you believe it? Fifty-plus degrees and I am wearing gloves outside. People may look at me funny, but hey, I'm not normal anymore (like I ever was.) My hands got a little cold the other morning and zammo, they hurt so much that I preferred looking foolish to being in pain. It's a personal thing. I actually had some guy comment on my gloves, saying it wasn't that cold. I responded with, "My fingers can't take the cold." Truth before your eyes, buddy.

The sun's rising over the trees, but it still looks cold outside. I am breaking out the sweatshirt today (I have a coat, too, but I'm not willing to look THAT stupid yet.) This is Wisconsin, for God's sake. We don't put coats on until the river freezes solid.

Ha. I'll have one on the morning there's frost on the ground.

Well, my hands haven't had warm water or painkillers this morning, and they really hate the fact that I'm pounding them into the keys like this. So I will sign off, if I can end this paragraph properly (I'm an English major. I can't help it)

Cheers,
Bec