I Want My Mommy!
Things are going to hell in a handbasket around here. I took a header down the stairs leaving work yesterday and just smashed the crap out of my left knee and right shin. Finally made it home, whimpering and whining, started dinner for the RLA and promptly sliced my left pinky finger to the bone with a chef's knife that was sharpened as a birthday present. So. Five stitches and a tetanus shot later, we ate leftovers for our Valentine's day dinner. Still, the nurse said not to worry, this wouldn't prevent my having surgery on Monday to remove the lipoma from my right tushie dimple. Of course, I can't use any sort of pain killers between now and then, and my typing is compromised by the huge bundle of bandages on my pinky....PS: just got up to make myself some tea, and slopped scalding water over my left hand... the one with the stitches. Maybe I should just go home and stay in bed until my surgery?
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Ouch!!! Well they say it comes in threes so hopefully the header was 1, the stitches were 2 and surgery is 3.
My best wishes will be with you on Monday. Oh wait I’ll start pointing them in your direction right now so that hopefully it will be uneventful between now and post-surgery.
Good lord, woman—hit the sack (or the sofa) and stay there until Monday!
You poor thing. I’m sending positive thoughts your way, too. Hope everything goes well; be sure to let us know that you’re OK as soon as you’re up to it.
Time to rent King of Hearts and hit the couch. Poor baby! Please don’t operate anything with a motor and wheels! Take care of yourself! And for God’s sake, don’t go quail hunting!!!!!