I Should Have Stayed In Bed This Week

I really should have, given the way today has been going (this whole WEEK has been going, who am I kidding?)

Sunday, I found out my friend is moving to St. Paul. Sucks. Her sister is in the hospital down in Madison facing chemo and radiation for a brain tumor, so my friend is very worried about her at the moment (we all are in a way. My friend is a lovely person and her sister probably is, too, and nobody deserves what's happening to them at the moment.)

My big appointment is next week and I'm packing. I'm the person who wants to go least and this whole trip is because of me. I have to miss Trivia for this. Sucks.

I'm still having trouble with Y turns while driving. Stupid directional issues. I keep having to ask which way the steering wheel's supposed to go (that's not going to fly on my driver's test...)

Last night in church, my left hand started going hot and then cold and then I had sore knuckles...yup, here we go again.

By this morning, my fingers are starting to swell and I'm having trouble moving them and typing with them.

I tried to pack my clothes tighter into a bag this morning by shoving them down with my left hand and NEXT thing you know, I'm curled up on the floor in pain because my hand was on fire. Stupid thing to do, really.

But I am not dead, just my hand is rebelling. I went to work anyway. There are small problems with this. I work in a library. I have to type. It's sort of in the job description.

I had to find other things to do today that didn't involve masses of typing until the painkillers made it easier to push my fingers down. Easier, not painless. Every letter I type hurts just a little bit. It etches at you, all day, until you're worn water-smooth and are so tired you want to put your head down and cry about it. (PUM! Look at THAT. Why do I write BEST when I'm down a HAND to WRITE with?)

Then I had to go throw coffee all over my desk...twice in three hours. Whoopee. Doesn't help when you're already sort of down a hand and then there's brown liquid on your mousepad, trailing sticky everywhere.

I've been in pain all day and nothing seems to be making it better at the moment, which ticks me off. Aren't painkillers supposed to KILL THE PAIN?

And it's bloody cold out and I just want it to be spring so I can leave the house without being wrapped like a burrito in a thousand layers of crap.

And Arrow, Flash, and Supernatural are OFF AIR for THREE MORE WEEKS.

Give me a pillow cause I need to scream into it.

Sorry about the complaining. I needed to vent. The world seems endless looping and I want a straight line (THAT is going in a poem, right now.)

I have to go figure out how to do April's theme for the display case. It's poetry. I'm a poet. This should be easy, right? Oh, wrongo. I'm trying to avoid putting one of my poems up there, but any other poems, you need copyright permission. If it's MINE, I DON'T...but I would have to run it by Todd and get it approved. Which baby do you pick? Am I being egotistical putting my work up there? Is this even a debate? Do MY FINGERS HURT LIKE HELL?

This, and other questions, will be answered soon, I hope.

In the meantime, Ta,

Bec

Healing

Things weren't nearly as bad as I anticipated (thank God for that.) I'm healing well, pain's getting better, swelling's going down, and I was able to do my bath thing without screaming at all (definitely a plus.) I'm still sore, mostly from how swollen things got when they were messed with, but I'm walking less like I've been on a horse all day and more like me.

By Saturday I should be pain-free and back to normal-ish.

I still can't put my LS ointment back on until Tuesday of next week (post-appointment when they've had a look at the wound and determined I don't have an infection.) Steroid stuff can really mess with healing up, so I want to wait until they say I can.

One month till I go to Ann Arbor for my appointment. Yay.

Going back to work today. I think I'm going to sit for most of the day, but we'll see.

Not much else going on. I have food in the oven cooking away, so I'd better go check on that.


Ta,
Bec

Sore If I Move, Otherwise YAY!

After oodles of delays and such and such, they got a piece off of me today. I haven't looked yet-I have to eventually (and I'm curious/going to be grossed out when I suck up the courage to peek) and taking a bath tonight is going to be not-so-fun the first minute or so when wound hits water. I'm all right-I should probably go peel this gauze off before it gets stuck there.

I'm not hurting much, but that's because I'm under a blanket on Mom's bed and not moving too far. I don't really want to-I'm tired from stressing out about this and I think tonight I should just chill. Maybe tomorrow I'll do more stuff.

It's over and done with, so let the healing crap begin.

Ta,
Bec