My left arm and I have to have a chat. Actually it's my wrist (again) and I want a hacksaw or Vicodin. Dope me up and send me downriver...
It's been really sore and I assume I am still suffering from two weeks ago when I got overexuberant and knocked it silly. I apparently didn't completely recover.
I just hope I don't get a fierce telling-off next week from the doctor (pronounced with a Dashing British Accent) when he finds I've been rejoicing over Pete getting his memory back on Heroes. Mom told me I shouldn't have been so happy. Well excuuuuuse me...
But now I have problems. This is going to screw up my entire week. What am I going to do if the darn thing starts misbehaving on Thanksgiving and I have to invent some excuse as to why I can't open the cans of creamed corn? Or when I can't cut my own turkey?
But then there's always the option of doping myself senseless on painkillers in order to alleviate both pains at once: the pain of being around my relatives and the pain in my wrist.
At least I only have to live through 2 1/2 days this week. And my relations. And my doctor's visit...
I'm watching "Chronicles of Narnia," one of my favorite movies. Hopefully Em can stay awake through it this time.
I think that's just about it for today; typing one-handed is such an annoying thing to do; infinitely slow and meticulous.
Cheers,
Bec
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