I woke up at 1 AM today in stupid amounts of pain. And I can’t take anything that really works for the pain and inflammation because of the whole “trying to get pregnant” thing. So I popped acetaminophen and wallowed on the bed for a couple of hours until the meds kicked in. My sweet hubby brought me an ice pack and my wrist brace while I precariously balanced my hand on a thousand pillows because it felt slightly less awful when elevated.
I did fall back to sleep eventually because I had a dream that I was being hunted by a murderer. So all in all, not a great night.
Thus, I’ve decided to save my wrist for only essential tasks, like writing solicitation letters and data entry. I wish I had something cool to share with you since I’m leaving ya high and dry for a post today. Oh, wait! I think I have the perfect thing. Skip to 1:30. You’ll thank me ladies.