Thursday, July 17, 2008
I'll make this quick, I have no choice. Today in half an hour or so I have my first appointment with the hand surgeon. I finally surrendered to the pain, instability and swelling in my right hand. I couldn't let it go any longer, I mean that's my beer holding, bird flipping, drunk night out on the dance floor "woo hoo" hand. It is also my cursive teaching, hair brushing, tiny finger nails polishing, painting, drawing, writing, designing hand. So, yes I'm sore in every sense of the word.
Aside of dreading the outcome, I know he's going to ask me, "On a scale of 1-10 how much pain are you in?"That is the topic of today's random thought; something about pain and figures, pain and logical reasoning just doesn't compute in this mad mind of mine. From broken bones, to childbirth, to the removal of the aforementioned un-needed, uncooperative mechanics; doctors continue to ask that question. I just want to tell him, "It hurts like hell, it hurts like a bitch." Or, better yet, "Come closer let me show you".
at 7:49 AM