Better and better...

[sweetazz]

So four days ago, I woke up from no sleep with my hand on my desk. My right wrist was limper than Sigfried and Roy. I figured it was asleep and went to pass out on me floor. Next morning, same thing. Very funny first day. I figured it'd pass, no pain or anything... Day two was pretty irritating but nothing compared to frustrating day three. I finally got to the Doc in a Box and paid $135 to hear some guy who has minimal medical qualification give me about the same thing I've been hearing for the past 3 years (Nov 27 was my Anniversary. And one and a half were oddly the happiest of my life. Imagine that) "-shrug- More pills (prednizone 20mg, and the pain clinic also doubled my pain meds and anti-anxiety pills as well because i asked for ten more pills of pain and something else because of anxiety. because i know you Thaler. :) ) and wear a wrist brace for thee to five days and do these wrist exercises for the length (of which i can't do twice, let alone 30 reps 3 times a day) and if that doesn't work, see someone more qualified than me!" It got bad that night though, I yelled at Mom she yelled at me, multiple doors were slammed, I yelled at Heather, it was a grand time. Anyway, i'm tired of/and bad at typing southpaw, so that's all. Day two. Only another thee with no use of the right hand for anything. At least if it were broken i could use my damn thumb... Eh, this is no rainy parade, just updates.

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