Damn. I'm worried about losing mine. At least the one on my right hand. Which could present a problem when I buy my assault weapon with a thumb hole, before they're outlawed by the liberal loonies. Fortunately, I can substitute my big toe for my thumb. Glad it happened now since my COBRA runs out in May. And I don't think O-Care would cover transplants.
Back to my problem. Yesterday, out of the blue, my thumb turned blue. Swelled to the size of a cucumber. I was afraid I'd thrown a clot. Thought about making a tourniquet, but decided to take my chances. I worried about MRSA, since I'd grated my knuckle the other day. I think I'm ok, though. It's still puffy and blue, but it doesn't hurt.
Okie dokie. Better get busy. Miles to go before I sleep...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...
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