I know this contest is a bit nerve wracking, but the rules are simple. Original lines posted must stay that way as you move up in the rounds. One new line per round. If it’s a dialogue sentence, you can have a dialogue tag after it, be sure to put the dialogue part in quotes. Post your subsequent line by midnight Friday. I try to keep a sharp eye on the lines as they come in and to let anyone know if they made a mistake and need to repost, but I miss things. There are a couple of hawk eyes out there who have brought discrepancies to my attention.
Anyhoo, relax and try to enjoy yourself. 🙂
So, yesterday I went to the doctor for my hand. I have arthritis in my right thumb. I’m right handed. My boys are to blame. For years, after football games or practice I rubbed them down. It was an assembly line of backs, calves and thighs. The constant rotating motion of my right hand and thumb wore down the cartilage between the last joint of my thumb. A few years ago I had an x-ray, and it was about 50% worn away. I got a cortisone shot into the joint, nearly passed out from the pain of the thick cortisone hitting my inflamed joint and then cried all the way home holding my hand up in the air like a big baby. So the hand has been bad for a while, but flared up with all of the writing and all of the holiday work. I finally made an appointment.
But I chickened out last week and canceled. I finally had to suck it up and go. I went yesterday. New doc takes another x-ray and now, I have no cartilage left. Surgery is in order. Um, well, I can’t do that, I have deadlines i tell the doc. He says, “Your hand can’t get any worse so it’s all about you living with the pain and decreased mobility.” I can live with that. Oh, and I get to go to a specialist who is going to build me a thumb splint. How sexy is that? I don’t really care, it will help, because I can’t have the surgery any time soon. So I did a very brave thing yesterday, I asked for the cortisone. My daughter was with me, because well, if it was like last time I would be in too much pain to make the short drive home. The doc gave me a shot of Novocain that burned so damn bad I thought I was gonna die. And because he gave me so much, I figured that was also the cortisone. I got up to leave. He told me to sit down. When it was time for the cortisone he took my thumb into his hand and told me to pull. Yikes! I’m such wuss. “It’ll hurt,” I whined. “Trust me, just pull.” I pulled away from him and he stuck that needle into my extended inflamed joint, and as I hyperventilated and he’s telling me to breath in then out and too hold still, I realized, um, it didn’t hurt. I could feel some pressure but it wasn’t painful. I was so conditioned to flinch when my hand was compromised I had myself all worked up and nearly fainting on the floor.
So, I felt so good, almost giddy, I drove home with a little detour for lunch, which included two spicy Bloody Mary’s and then home, then a nap, then I woke with excruciating pain in my hand. The Novocain had worn off, and the joint was screaming. I knew this am I would feel better, and now? No pain. zero, zilch,nada. Life is good. And the best part is,i can write for hours without the pain stopping me. Moral of the story. Don’t wait around when you need to take care of yourself. Just suck it up and do it, even if you know it will hurt or be uncomfortable. And this includes getting a mammogram! Speaking of which, I need to make my appointment.
I love getting my boobs smushed! Okay, I don’t but well, it’s just dumb not to. So go get one. Now!