Sunday, February 23, 2014
Well, bowling last night was fun. I ended up with a 107 average. Not too shabby for someone who hasnít bowled in almost a year! The other couple he bowls with Iíve known since high school, so it was fun to talk with them as adults.
The wine was flowing quite freely, so by the third game I was really feeling no pain. In the seventh frame the ball game off my hand funny. Felt like the knuckle popped. That happens on occasion, so I just finished out the game. Hung out with dad for a bit and headed home.
Woke up at about 3am with my finger throbbing. It was twice itís normal size and blackish purple. Guess what Ė fractured finger!! My middle finger, just above the top joint! Yeah team. All the doctor can do is put a stupid splint on it Ė that just makes my hand a chew toy for the Tazzy monster. And I canít type or work with it on. And Iím walking around flipping people off. I canít exactly deal with this, so Iím just going to suck it up and deal with the pain. See Iíve been through broken/fractured fingers before. This isnít anything new for me.
So Kitty will just push past the finger thing. I will probably tape it up a bit but thatís about it. Iím not wearing the chewy splint.
So I sit here, already over calorie for the day. Iím starving and playing with my jelly belly. Another not so good combo! Makes me depressed and upset with myself. I canít afford to add that to pain.
So Iím pulling out the mini-tramp and trying to get some exercise done. Iím also hoping to find the energy to pull out my ball and work the jelly belly a bit. I so suck at ST. I didnít used to but that was as a teen with softball to think about. Just being disgusted with jelly belly isnít enough motivation I guess. Sad, hun? Oh well, time to put on the big girl panties and get my arse in gear.