It’s amazing how productive I can be when I’m left alone.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids more than anything.
All my kids are currently somewhere other than at my house.
Yesterday (after an early morning doc appointment), I worked for ten hours straight.
I got SO MUCH done.
See what happens when I’m not interrupted?
The early morning doctor’s appointment was with my orthopedic surgeon.
It was not a good appointment.
HE HURT ME!!
Being the mature adult I am …
As soon as it was over,
I promptly texted Paul Newman and whined about the pain I was (and AM) in.
hates it loves it when I whine to him?)
Very bad pain is what happens when a doctor decides to vice grip (!!!) a wayward tendon while doing unseemly things to an angry arm.
Guess what else happens?
Sorry for the run on sentences.
I seem to be incapable of writing.
I took pain meds.
Maybe that’s why I can’t write?
There is a lot of talk going on about doing surgery #10 and drilling a hole in my arm.
Then, I guess, they put a screw (??) through the roaming tendon and screw it into the hole in the arm bone?
And then ….
Supposedly, the tendon can’t flip flop all over the place and make my arm fall off.
I don’t want to think about it.
Or talk about it.
Or do it.
Blah, blah, blah!!
It was not a good start to my day.
I came home and poured myself a huge cup of coffee.
I downed some pain meds with my coffee to complete my breakfast of champions.
Then, since I didn’t trust myself to drive drugged,
I sat in front of my computer for ten hours and accomplished great (??) things.