the state of me
I found out yesterday the school district has cut everyone's pay salary, including my stipend. I'll be out around $200 less than I originally planed on.
On Wednesday evening, I stopped to get gas for my car before going to my church job. I parked close to a brick column next to the gas pump and cautioned myself to be careful. Upon getting back into the car, I reminded myself about the proximity of the car door and the brick column. No sooner had I thought that, my finger was caught between the door and the brick!
Many choice bad words followed. I could barely move my finger, let alone feel it. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.
In hindsight, I should have gone into the gas station to get some ice out of the soda machine. I didn't want to do that because I was pretty upset and in a lot of pain so I continued on to church hoping they had a freezer in the church office that might have some ice.
No luck.
They did offer a healing prayer.
By this time, my finger was sore but I could play piano. I did, however, favor my other fingers over my left middle finger. So for over an hour, all I wanted was some ice and advil. Normally, I carry a small bottle with me in my purse but not this night.
I had a bottle of water with me. It was cool (not cold, like out of a refrigerator) but it was better than nothing, so I held my finger against the bottle during the service.
By the end, the swelling had gone down some. When I got home, I immediately took some advil and iced my finger. It was better yesterday, but to bump my finger against something sent shooting pain. Today it is even better. I thought it would turn all pretty purple and blue. Thank goodness it didn't. My knuckle, however is darker than the rest of my finger.
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One of my piano students gifted me with a Barnes and Noble gift card and a book mark listing the 50 greatest books everyone must read. I've ready maybe 10 of them. Guess I have some catching up to do.
On Wednesday evening, I stopped to get gas for my car before going to my church job. I parked close to a brick column next to the gas pump and cautioned myself to be careful. Upon getting back into the car, I reminded myself about the proximity of the car door and the brick column. No sooner had I thought that, my finger was caught between the door and the brick!
Many choice bad words followed. I could barely move my finger, let alone feel it. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.
In hindsight, I should have gone into the gas station to get some ice out of the soda machine. I didn't want to do that because I was pretty upset and in a lot of pain so I continued on to church hoping they had a freezer in the church office that might have some ice.
No luck.
They did offer a healing prayer.
By this time, my finger was sore but I could play piano. I did, however, favor my other fingers over my left middle finger. So for over an hour, all I wanted was some ice and advil. Normally, I carry a small bottle with me in my purse but not this night.
I had a bottle of water with me. It was cool (not cold, like out of a refrigerator) but it was better than nothing, so I held my finger against the bottle during the service.
By the end, the swelling had gone down some. When I got home, I immediately took some advil and iced my finger. It was better yesterday, but to bump my finger against something sent shooting pain. Today it is even better. I thought it would turn all pretty purple and blue. Thank goodness it didn't. My knuckle, however is darker than the rest of my finger.
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One of my piano students gifted me with a Barnes and Noble gift card and a book mark listing the 50 greatest books everyone must read. I've ready maybe 10 of them. Guess I have some catching up to do.