I decided to call in dead tomorrow. Greatest excuse ever.

Music: Se.Ra.Phic-"Heaven Trace"
8:38p

I hate Thursdays. Let's just get that out of the way first. I hate Thursdays. Why? Thursday is my busiest day during my week off. Today was no exception. I woke up later than I wanted to, thanks to me setting my alarm for 'p.m.' and not 'a.m.' when I went to bed. I woke up, ate breakfast, cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the tub, cleaned the tub again (this is what happens when you don't clean every couple of weeks), put up clothes, got finances in order, went to the bank, went to the store, came home, ate lunch, cleaned the tub AGAIN (finally got that damn water stain out. Maybe i need to clean houses for a living instead), got my bag for work ready, washed the car, took a bath, and had time to squeeze dinner in there somewhere. I'm ready to surrender already, and it's only Thursday night! I want to lay down and take a nap and get up and mill around til 3 in the morning like I always tend to do! But no, instead, I have to work the next three days. Back to the grinder! Back to not crashing into walls! I'll be ready when the time comes, and hopefully, they'll stick me back down on 'A' dock again, so I can find time to practice driving right-handed, on doctor's orders.

I went and saw the doctor this past Monday about my arm. My ring finer on my left hand has been totally numb for the past three weeks. I was right; my doctor told me I had indeed pinched the Ulnar nerve in my elbow, causing the numbness. So he asked me to start using my right hand more often, especially at work, and with time, hopefully my brain will re-wire that nerve and it will heal on its own. If I keep up the stress I'm putting my hand under, it could wind up being permanent, and I can't have that. So I'm going to have to be fast and a little sneaky this weekend, and see how I can pull off leaning to drive with my other hand. It's awkward, but I have begun doing other things with my right hand this week: eating, twisting lids, carrying things, brushing my teeth, etc, trying to keep the stress off off my injured hand. I'm getting better, and it feels like my finger is getting better, too. I just hope my body can become used to the machine a little better, and my hand can heal.

Other than that excitement, it's been a quiet week for me, and just as well, because of my hand, or else I'd be begging them to let me come in and work. But my department just didn't get the overtime hours that were promised to us. Other areas have been working their tails off the past few weeks. I had my time, it seems, and I'll just be glad when it's over, and I won't have to worry about it anymore. 

So, bring it on, weekend, but I'll sure be ready when Sunday rolls around again. Goodnight.