A very quick run-through

The trip to see our respective families went well - better than I'd imagined, that's for sure.

Kellie's family likes me a lot, so that certainly works in my favor. I think they also got to see that we do care for each other, and that there is a lot of love. And I got to have a tour of a volunteer fire department ... so that was a chance for me to get my dork ya-yas out.


My family visit went rather well. Kellie and I saw my mom on Friday night, so she got a chance to see that Kellie is a good person, and that I'm still the same daughter. She'd greeted us both with hugs, and when we left, she'd hugged us both and said, "I love you both". :-)

The sister was anxious to see me/us, sending texts asking when we were getting into town, did we need a ride from the airport, etc. Then, she saw us and seemed to be somewhere bordering on indifferent. At least she did make eye contact with Kellie and was civil towards her.

The visit with my dad and step-mom went well, too. We'd gone to dinner, and afterwards, Kellie got to hear a couple of my dad's infamous non sequitur stories. I told her that he typically doesn't bring those out to anyone - just family, as far as I know.


So, it was a good time - and even better when we got home, and realized that the best part of going home is returning to our home!

I don't think I really missed anything - but if you want any other stories, let me know, and I'll see what I can remember / unearth!

Laundry is dangerous

Well, that's what I discovered last month.

I had put clothes into the dryer, and as I was closing the door, I rammed my thumb into the outside of the door. I didn't think much of it, to be honest. It was like, "well, that hurt" and the pain seemed to go away fairly quickly.

Fast forward to about a week or so later. My thumb started hurting when I'd apply pressure on something (i.e., flushing the toilet) and I'd decided that maybe I should try some kind of bandaging for it. I used what was basically an ACE wrap sewn into a small finger-cot style as well as an aluminum finger splint. I'd figured that it was probably just a sprain at worst.


As it goes, in the past week, it has gotten worse. So, I've made an appointment to see the orthopedist next week (earliest I could get in) to get this checked out. To see if it is indeed a sprain, or if those are just the famous last words, "It's just a flesh wound!" "It's just a sprain" that precede finding out that I've fractured my thumb. Along with feeling like a total ass for waiting this long on something like that. In addition, I've taped my thumb and started using an actual ACE wrap to try and keep it as immobile as possible - bending my thumb and screaming "FUCK!!" may not be the best thing to do at work. I'm also taking Advil every several hours, as well as trying to practice the RICE (Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevation) treatment.

What's also bad is having to tell the story of what happened and how I injured myself. Maybe I should come up with a story that's far more interesting than, "oh, I jammed my finger into the dryer door". Any ideas?