Apparently I'm Tearing It Up...Again

So, I went to see my rheumatologist yesterday. She says that no, my arthritis is not coming back.

No, she thinks that genius me has fully torn my partially torn ligament on the far left side of my left wrist.

This means I have an MRI next Thursday. Depending on what it shows, I will have to have surgery to repair the torn ligament-or not, if it's still a partial.

This would be my second torn ligament in the last four years-the last one being when I tripped coming down the stairs and landed kerblam on my right leg.

I don't play sports-if you know me, you know why. Bella Swan (from Twilight) and I have that much in common.

The only thing I do a lot of is type...which might explain the sudden change in my ligament tear. I aggravated the situation.

If I have surgery, this is going to screw so many things up. I'm already trying to think of the things I need to finish if and when I wind up with only one working hand.

That's about it. I'll try and write again tomorrow, but it is kind of painful to type and so these are going to be short entries.

Ta,
Bec

PS: I must add this, a truly funny incident that's happened since I got home.

I have two dogs back home with completely different personalities-Spritey, who's afraid of nothing and Whisper, who's afraid of everything.

Whisper has gotten a new fear, along with vacuums, brooms, rain, and cars. She's now afraid of the smoke alarm. Or the noise that it makes.

Yesterday my sister was cooking pumpkin pies and the oven needs cleaning so there was a bit of smoke as the stuff in the bottom burned and smoked off. This set the smoke alarm off...and Whisper then proceeded to tremble in fear for the next TEN minutes.

So, I disabled the smoke alarm. Pulled the batteries. Thought we were good.

Then this morning I go to put the batteries back INTO the thing so it's working again, and since I'm in the living room with the dog three feet away, it has to make one plaintive, stupid BEEP as the batteries go back into it.

Whisper trembled for ten minutes again, and I've spent the rest of the morning apologizing for scaring the daylights out of her.

Ridiculous. She's terrified of a BEEP?