Still throbbing

I successfully managed to keep my finger out of danger most of today. Washed my hair, showered, ate two meals. Then I had to run an errand after dinner and ended up banging it around about 3 or 4 times before I got out of the garage... Never drive under the influence of pain. Damn thing started throbbing again like crazy after the abuse, so I took another Vicodin when I got home.

I'm getting sleepy now, I think I'm going to go to bed and read some more of my trashy vampire romance I started last night (I wanted something easy to read, I only read romance novels if they have vampires in them). My hubbie has agreed to go the grocery store with me tomorrow, usually I go alone but he feels sorry for me. I'd blow it off, but we're all out of food in the house, we had a Burger King lunch and ordered Chinese food in for dinner. I hardly ever eat burgers, so I asked for a "hot apple pie" with mine, still need to eat the thing but I'm stuffed from dinner still.

It's not been a bad day, really, though. I got up much earlier than normal because I went to bed early, our doggie's been doing pretty well today, mostly sleeping. After dinner I actually watched The Osbournes� for the first time, much better than the frightening Anna Nicole Show. She's on the cover of the new issue of Texas Monthly magazine� we got in the mail today, she won their "Bum Steer of the Year" award.

What else... oh yes, a local politician wants to turn the Astrodome into a huge gambling casino�. Since they opened the new baseball (formely Enron field) and football stadiums, there's not much going on in the Dome. I'd hate to see it torn down, it's just a few miles down the freeway from where we live.

I don't feel quite as sorry for myself after seeing a story on TV about a poor teenage boy who "accidentally" cut both of his hands off with a power saw. Now he's back playing football, defense I think. Don't remember what show it was on, I just tried doing a websearch on the subject, lots of weird things come up.

Well my hands are getting tired, think I'll got to bed before the painkiller wears off. My nose is whistling, I hate it when that happens...

Posted by Morticia at December 22, 2002 12:00 AM | TrackBack