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.