No sense, no feeling
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Around 11.30 this morning I was washing my hands and realised that the base of my little finger felt a bit strange. So I looked at it and saw a massive blood blister. Then I saw the one next to it below my ring finger. Then I checked my other hand and found a wee one under my other 4th finger (is it still called your ring finger on your right hand?).
This was, of course, the work of the elliptical last night. What got me was the fact that I didn't even notice for over 12 hours! Bit special.
Wednesday is ST day:
Today I love my caring nature. I just finished a letter written to cheer up my best friend whose Mum needs a liver transplant PDQ. This is following the card I wrote to my friend who is feeling down, and the letter I wrote to my Great Aunt whose little sister (my Grandma) died just a couple of months ago. It kills me that I can't run up to them all and give them huge squishy hugs, but instead of going "Well, if I could I would..." I've done what I can.
It kind of sucks that I care so much about everything that I sometimes cry at adverts (anyone remember the Cancer Research advert: "My Mum should be here." Sniff) but I wouldn't trade my big heart for anything.
In other news, I got the best compliment EVER today:
"You are getting healthy, aren't you."
Not skinny, not trim, not anything to do with looks. Someone realised that I am getting healthy!