There is lame-ness or lame-osity playing in my day today... haha :-)
Over the weekend my middle finger on my right hand started hurting... Totally weird and really painful. I didn't go to the doctor over the weekend because I figured I must have just bumped it or something and it would start to feel better... Then yesterday I noticed a little bit of swelling around my knuckle on that finger (the one at the bottom where the finger meets the hand) and found that weird. Then this morning there was a bizarre little bruise on my palm below my middle finger that got darker and more sensitive as the day went on. So I finally made it over to my doctor's office after work today to get it checked out... They did three x-rays of it and the doctor said that it looks like there isn't anything broken, but that the radiologist would look the x-rays over to be sure and they would call me. In the meantime I am just supposed to take Advil or Tylenol, ice it a little, and take it easy... Easy enough - I'm a lefty and do a lot with my left hand anyway. However... I have found that apparently I always pick up my liter bottles of water with my right hand, open the same bottles using my right hand, use my middle finger on my right hand a lot when I'm typing (oops... probably shouldn't be writing this then, huh...), and exclusively use that finger for my track wheel on my mouse... Oh well... I'll do what I can...
The other lameness is that J is on call this week and has to be at a job at 11 pm. As soon as he is done with that, he has to go to another job in Culver City - which is not close to home... Poor guy. Who knows what time he'll get to come home and sleep... Hopefully everything will go smoothly... (knock on wood!) Still, he has to work until early tomorrow morning and then still go to work in the morning. Gross. I would not be able to function. I need my sleep. I love sleep. In fact, I am going to go to bed soon so that I can get more of it... Especially since I know that I won't sleep well without him here and will have my sleep interrupted when he finally gets home.
Oh well... That's what happens with his job. At least he won't be on call for several weeks after this week....
What lame-ness are you contending with? :-)
My poor husband didn't get home until 5:03 this morning. Poor guy... He got in bed around 5:30-ish. I'm assuming he had already sent an e-mail to his boss telling him what happened and that he was definitely not going to make it to work on zero sleep because he did not move a muscle when the alarm went off at 6 and was sound asleep when I left for work at 7:30. I would put money on finding him lounging or napping on the couch when I get home today....... :-)