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Nov. 14th, 2007 12:42 pmI think I have broken my baby fingers (in the "not working anymore" sense, and not the "bones shattered" sense). The evidence:
1. I woke up yesterday and this morning with my baby finger on my left hand completely numb. I assumed that I'd slept on my hand funny, but the numbness never really went away.
2. In addition to being numb, it also hurts. This seems illogical, but there you have it.
3. Now the right one has started hurting in sympathy.
I worry that I'm becoming somewhat of a hypochondriac - while I've always been of the "wait and see" bent when it comes to random pains, now I'm a "wait and see and fret" person. I always worry that it's something major and that by ignoring it I'm dooming myself to a life of baby fingerlessness. On the other hand, my finger is a little numb. That's it. Hello paranoia!
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Now that I'm not on the computer all the time, I have to squish all my thoughts into one entry, graceless as that may be. So here we go.
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The pharmacy (where I was picking up more ColdFX in order to ward off this cold that is determined to make me sick while I'm away NOT GOING TO HAPPEN) is completely decked out for Christmas. It's seriously disturbing. Whatever happened to December 1st? If this keeps up Christmas season will start in July.
On the plus side I got my first bag of Christmas Mini Eggs. Mmmmmmm.
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I am having a pair of pants shortened. I finally feel like a real grown-up. A short grown-up, but still.
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Listening to a daily arts show by podcast is a little sad, because I keep hearing about things that sound fascinating, only to discover that they were happening the night the show aired, and not five days later when I get around to listening to it.
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And that's the end of lunch. Hopefully the mini eggs will keep me going through the rest of the day. Later, alligators.
1. I woke up yesterday and this morning with my baby finger on my left hand completely numb. I assumed that I'd slept on my hand funny, but the numbness never really went away.
2. In addition to being numb, it also hurts. This seems illogical, but there you have it.
3. Now the right one has started hurting in sympathy.
I worry that I'm becoming somewhat of a hypochondriac - while I've always been of the "wait and see" bent when it comes to random pains, now I'm a "wait and see and fret" person. I always worry that it's something major and that by ignoring it I'm dooming myself to a life of baby fingerlessness. On the other hand, my finger is a little numb. That's it. Hello paranoia!
* * *
Now that I'm not on the computer all the time, I have to squish all my thoughts into one entry, graceless as that may be. So here we go.
* * *
The pharmacy (where I was picking up more ColdFX in order to ward off this cold that is determined to make me sick while I'm away NOT GOING TO HAPPEN) is completely decked out for Christmas. It's seriously disturbing. Whatever happened to December 1st? If this keeps up Christmas season will start in July.
On the plus side I got my first bag of Christmas Mini Eggs. Mmmmmmm.
* * *
I am having a pair of pants shortened. I finally feel like a real grown-up. A short grown-up, but still.
* * *
Listening to a daily arts show by podcast is a little sad, because I keep hearing about things that sound fascinating, only to discover that they were happening the night the show aired, and not five days later when I get around to listening to it.
* * *
And that's the end of lunch. Hopefully the mini eggs will keep me going through the rest of the day. Later, alligators.