Carpal tunnel that is.
The Mr. says the wrist braces make me look like a window-licker but hey! They work. I’ve been on a typing hiatus for about 4 days. To rest those poor tired carpals… Tunnels… Whatever.
My Doctor *wink* has put me a on a regimen of ibuprofen, wrist braces and 2-3x a day icing of the affected areas. Weird bit of trivia. I usually have really cold hands. But when I ice my wrists? My hands are toasty.
I’m sure it’s circulatory and easily explainable but I think it’s just weird.
I like it.
I have a bit of a dilemma. There is a woman from That Place who has begun pursuing me via emails and now phone calls. She’s a determined sort and while she is intimately involved with the two men responsible for one of the Most Devastating Experiences of My Life, I am fairly certain she is completely in the dark. I like her. I even miss her friendship. But Sweet Sarah On A Sea-biscuit!!!! She wants to be friends?
Did I mention she’s married to the Wizard….
Yeah. I’ve received the offer from the Mr. to let him deal with it and a suggestion from a good and wise friend to let him. I want to…. Is that being a coward? Is my unwillingness to interact with her coming from a root of bitterness or just some hard-won caution?
Hm… So much to consider.
So, how’s your week shaping up?
Women’s study tomorrow morning. I like these girls. They seem normal enough. But then I probably do too! HA! If only they knew…. The ranch tomorrow night with the family and then on Friday off for a few days away as a family. Love Priceline. Seriously in love with Priceline. $42 a night for a full kitchen suite at the Marriot. Big plans. Pink Panther 2…. Sleeping in. Pizza and movies and junk food and…
This is what I do when life gets too big.
And not that smarmy christianese kind. You know, when you spend $150 you don’t really have to spend a weekend sleeping next to, listening to and ripping your guts out with people you barely know only to return home to 3 days worth of dishes, laundry and dive right back into life on Monday.
No, this is my kind of retreat. The people I don’t want to live without, doing the things we all like while casually interjecting spiritual truths and light wherever we can.
Or just eating peanut M&M’s until my fillings fall out.