Today is a monumental day. 555…the last day I had three numbers in a row was 111 days ago!
I can’t help but sit here in bed, at least I’m *usually* writing this in bed, and think about what I was doing 111 days ago. Or, what I will be doing 111 days from now. What will I have done? That always seems to be my first question. Where will I have gone? What will I have seen? It’s the FUTURE…I can’t help but wonder.
Today, however, is about today. It is a monumental day. I was able to help a friend today; or at the very least, START to help a friend. It was exhausting, quite thoroughly exhausting, but it was worth it.
I also slammed my elbow into a chair right on the “funny bone” nerve so hard that it made my hand convulse and literally feel like it was on fire. It might be the most intense pain I’ve ever felt, actually. I mean, I was writhing on the floor in pain (with Liz laughing at me, by the way), *knowing* that I wasn’t actually on fire, I could see my hand, I knew it was because I’d hit directly onto a nerve…but it was actually so intense that I went into the kitchen to pour cold water onto the half of my hand that was flipping the fuck out. It helped. It was bad guys. Pain so bad that you can’t control your body, you know? I couldn’t stand up, it hurt so intensely. It still hurts right now, actually. That half of my hand is mostly numb, and my elbow is so tender I can’t actually rest it on anything. Hopefully I wake up tomorrow and it feels better.
Ya, so I suddenly got worried that maybe I might have actually *injured* the nerve by hitting it so hard, but apparently that’s not a thing enough to appear on the interner, so I’ll stop being such a hypocondriac. For the moment. Give it some time. I can definitely hypo that shit out later. Apparently, several people report actually passing out from the pain. I didn’t pass out, nor did it make me dizzy or queasy, but fuck…I’m not kidding, it literally felt like it was on fire right in front of my eyes. The pain was blinding.
So THAT shit happened today. Aka I almost died.
The poor pups were a little neglected today because the Ho and I were out for so long, but they both handled it like champions. Coco had so much pent up energy, that she galloped for almost the entire walk. So fucking cute. Then, we all snuggled and watched some of The Wire before turning in, and here we are. Tired. Happy to be snuggled. Grateful for good friends.
Goodnight, ya’ll. See you at the NEXT all-the-same-number mark…which will be 666…just sayin’.