Good news! My knuckles have officially reappeared. I was worried they were gone forever and that my fat kid sausage fingers would become a permanent side effect of this whole ordeal. Nope. They're back in action, people.
Last night's adventures were fairly minor, but still pretty annoying...
A few days ago, pre-fiberglass arm (when I was wearing a splint but still couldn't exactly move my wrist), I decided to do some laundry. I know it was bad timing, but I was completely out of underwear and getting desperate. After managing to haul it down to the laundry room with my left hand and left LEG (and having Anne Lee haul it back up), I was too frustrated to fold it. So, it has been in a pile on my bedroom floor, staring at me for about 3 days now. Yes, I have been digging through a thrift store style pile of clothes for 3 days. And no, I don't iron my clothes, so I've been going to work looking like a wrinkled hobo. Don't judge. Well, last night I attempted to fold the endless pile. My mother would be ashamed. I should have just stuffed them in my drawers, cause you can't tell the difference between wadded up and my poor, one handed excuse for folding. It was the first time in my life I actually WANTED to match the socks (it's way easier than folding t-shirts).
First time eating out since the cast:
Server: M'am, are you having anything to eat tonight?
Me: Sure- what's good?
Server:I really love our Ceasar salad with shrimp.
Me: Sounds great. I'll have that.
Here's my question- why do restaurants feel the need to serve shrimp with the tails on? Is it a laziness issue? No one eats them, there's never anywhere to put them, and they're difficult to pull off- especially with one hand. I tried to pull the tails off, but I couldn't seem to get a good enough grip to get the meat out of them. This was just unacceptable- getting all the meat out of the tail is one of those accomplishments that no one ever brags about, but we all get sort of excited about. I ate about 3 of them before I gave up. Thanks for the awful recommendation, lady. I should have known she was a wacko from the beginning- she tried to claim to be Southern because she was from Texas...
Moving on to today...
As I mentioned yesterday, the weather in Colorado often changes dramatically, very quickly. For example, yesterday was about 75 degrees and beautiful- today the high was about 50. I'm still not used to it. Anyhow, as I was walking from my parking lot to my office this morning, my hands were a little cold. It got me thinking- what if it snows here again before summer actually starts? Do they make gloves for people with a hand the size of small bowling ball? I gonna go ahead and say it's doubtful. The doctor sure didn't warn me of the frostbite risks involved with this cast. Wouldn't that just be peachy? Frostbitten, purple fingers sticking out of a bright blue cast. I could dye my hair red and be one step closer to looking like an actual rainbow.
Countdown to tentative cast removal: 2 1/2 days down, 81 to go
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