MY WRIST IS FINE! (and other random crap)

MY HAND ISN'T GOING TO FALL OFF!

The MRI showed nothing except for a short ulna (duh). My orthopedist poked around on the joint a bit ("Why do you do that?! It HURTS!"), then said he couldn't find any reason why I was having problems. Bummer. Back to square one, I guess.

He said to approach it with a "wait and see" attitude ... then he gave me a cortisone shot. Apparently, this is his favorite form of treatment, as the woman next door to me also was receiving a cortisone shot. And he pumped Paul full of cortisone upon the occasion of Paul's first ganglion, but not the one Paul chewed off his hand.

Perhaps that is a story for another time, as it might take me a while to explain why Paul was bursting a cyst by gnawing on his hand, and I do have other things to talk about.

Want to wish a happy 25th birthday Tuesday to Jeremy, who is very good at keeping me grounded when I'm not busy worrying about him. The picture is of Jeremy and Len during a crazier time in our lives. ("High times, hard times / Sometimes the living is sweet ...")

Urgh. I think I'm a little off tonight, partly because I'm so relieved that things are okay, and partly because my wrist hurts really bad from all the extra poking around followed by a ginormous shot right into the joint.

It doesn't help that I didn't sleep well last night. We took Jeremy out and stayed at an all-night diner until way past my bedtime. After I finally drove home and fell asleep (with the help of some nice tranquilizers), I had a bunch of crazy dreams.

In one, a former reporter came back to the paper and begged me to stay at work until 3 a.m. so that I could secretly tape a phone conversation he was having with civil rights leader Benjamin Hooks. In another, Jeremy's wife was loudly banging Eddie (whom I've never mentioned by name in this blog, and don't particularly want to introduce now) on a pink mattress in my hallway, while four or five other people in the house tried to figure out a way to step over the mattress without disturbing them.

Also, I woke up to Paul yelling in his sleep. Long night. ::grins::

Oh, one more thing regarding yesterday's (rather violent) game ...

To half-answer De's question ("Can the boy not fight back or is this just a case of naked cruelty?"), I found out the game is based on the hentai Japanese PS2 game Cross Channel by Flying Shine. You can read the full storyline here. From what I gather, there's this boy stuck in summer school who starts flirting with this chick. Then he tries to rip off her bikini bottom (??), which might explain why she beats him senseless in the flash game. Does that clear anything up? I didn't think so.