I've somehow managed to wreck my left wrist and hand so typing and writing is a little on the odd side. You have no idea how embarrassing it is having to ask your husband to sign your check for you when leaving the doctor's office.
I have no idea how I messed myself up. I didn't get pissed and fall down and I didn't run the 10K on my hands. I did a little gardening yesterday and pulled out tufts of Typhon's fur, but nothing I remember being painful. But man oh man, this sucker hurts today.
The doctor said I need to take the next couple of days off and avoid driving if I can. He also mentioned it might be a good idea not to use the iron. I had to ask him what that was.
I'm on a nice pain killer/anti-inflammatory so my world is a lovely shade of psychedelic purple and yellow. Matter of fact, I think I just saw Jimmy Hendricks go by. Wow...
Hopefully, this unexplained boo-boo will go away quickly and I can get back to normal, whatever that might be, soon.
Till then, I'm dependant on the kindness of Hubster. Wish