What's the date again?
Oh, yeah, it's April 24th.
And it's fucking SNOWING
Yes, welcome to Michigan, where it snows out the Tigers from playing baseball, and the Lions waste away another draft. Let's not even start in on the Red Wings. Well, at least there's the Pistons...
My wrist keeps getting stronger, I'm up to three pound weights! [/sarcasm] Really, I shouldn't complain. If I hadn't had the surgery, I'd have only gotten out of the cast two weeks ago, and I'd be lucky to be able to pick up a paperclip.
Before I start wallowing in self pity, I need to remind myself ultimately how fortunate I am. A close friend of mine became partially paralyzed last year. He can now get about with crutches or a walker, but it's been such a struggle for him. He got well enough to go back to work, but he may have to go on disablity after all, it's just been too hard. I am such a softie for seeing a grown man cry. It just breaks my heart. I just wish I could make it all better, but I know I can't. I just need to be here when he needs me.
Hugs to my flist, and many thanks for the great fic. As my wrist gets stong and I can type for longer periods of time, I'll start reviewing stuff officially again. I really do appreciate all the work and creative energy that's gone into it.
And it's fucking SNOWING
Yes, welcome to Michigan, where it snows out the Tigers from playing baseball, and the Lions waste away another draft. Let's not even start in on the Red Wings. Well, at least there's the Pistons...
My wrist keeps getting stronger, I'm up to three pound weights! [/sarcasm] Really, I shouldn't complain. If I hadn't had the surgery, I'd have only gotten out of the cast two weeks ago, and I'd be lucky to be able to pick up a paperclip.
Before I start wallowing in self pity, I need to remind myself ultimately how fortunate I am. A close friend of mine became partially paralyzed last year. He can now get about with crutches or a walker, but it's been such a struggle for him. He got well enough to go back to work, but he may have to go on disablity after all, it's just been too hard. I am such a softie for seeing a grown man cry. It just breaks my heart. I just wish I could make it all better, but I know I can't. I just need to be here when he needs me.
Hugs to my flist, and many thanks for the great fic. As my wrist gets stong and I can type for longer periods of time, I'll start reviewing stuff officially again. I really do appreciate all the work and creative energy that's gone into it.