Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Thanks for letting me rant yesterday. I felt better just getting that out. My husband really is a great guy, so I don't really understand what happened with the birthday debacle. Other than to say it was a really bad time to come down with a case of the "man logic."
Aside from the birthday issue, I really had a nice weekend. It was in the 60s Saturday so after I ran my regular weekend errands, I went to the park (in a tank top and capris... it was glorious) and walked a mile. My feet were highly cranky afterwards because I haven't walked in over a month, but it was totally worth it. The husband and I went out to dinner Saturday evening to a local place that we love. It's pretty much bar food, but they have the best burgers in the world, and... fried pickles. I know, I know. But it was a birthday treat splurge... and it was sooooo good.
I hurt my hand Sunday though. After we came back from lunch with his mom and aunts I went to sit on the bed and put my hand down first, the way I've probably done a million times, but something went wrong. It felt kind of like if you've ever had your knee or ankle give way, but it the first two knuckles on my left hand and with intense pain shooting up those fingers. There was crying and profanity. A lot of profanity. It hurt so bad my immediate thought was that I broke it, but the intense pain subsided too quickly.
My husband first-aided me getting an ice pack and the heating pad because my fingers were starting to swell.
I've got a little puffiness and a little discoloration and some tenderness in the first finger now. The second finger is fine. But, I've been buddy taping them since Sunday evening. They actually seemed okay yesterday, but I woke up twice last night with some throbbing. So I'll probably keep taping at least through the end of the week.
And finally, we have a winter weather advisory today. I'm SO OVER the cold. And no, in case you were wondering, I did not see my shadow on my birthday.