Monday, March 22, 2010

Squished Thumb

I looked down at my thumb last Friday evening after pushing the kids on the tree swing and found my thumb nail cracked and bleeding. The following morning the sides were black and blue. Frighteningly, I'm still not sure what happened.
I was up at 530am after what could best be described as a choppy night’s sleep. I felt rested enough, but between 230 & 500am I must’ve woken ten different times. My mind was racing, thinking about stuff that really wasn’t that important. I knew it then but still couldn’t shake it completely. I could see the shimmer of rain drenched streets out the bathroom window, and I could hear light rain bouncing off the roof, too. Gloomy. I pushed through my sit-ups then popped up to my PC long enough to check the weather and a few headlines. Even though it was raining, it was 43 degrees. However, the day’s high wasn’t expected to go much higher than that. In fact, it was supposed to cool off some. I did my push-ups then poured some coffee and returned to my PC for another 10 minutes or so. The time went fast. I delivered Mindy’s coffee early at her request – 600am. She wanted up earlier to help facilitate and earlier departure with the kids. Because of their spring break, she needed to drop them at Grandma Sharon’s on her way to work, a trip that takes her ten minutes out of her usual way. I proceeded as planned with meditation then stretching. I was ahead of schedule thanks to waking Mindy sooner. I was out the door for my run a tad after 630am. My right calf ached from the outset, but really tightened up just short of the two mile marker. It hurt like heck, which caused me to over compensate and work up one heck of a sweat. I decided then my run would be just three miles. Ouch! I was back home by 7:05am. I would’ve been home even sooner had I not slowed my pace some. Still, I was earlier than usual. Mindy had my breakfast all but ready. Both kids were already downstairs readying to depart. They both skipped an at home breakfast in favor of one with grandma Sharon. I worried that Jacob would get bored there, and thought about offering to take him with me to work but didn’t. They left around 715am. Mindy put a beef roast in the crock-pot just before leaving. She asked that I remove the cardboard bottom and then season it appropriately before leaving for work. It felt good to have the house all to myself for the next hour. I was showered & dressed, still with time to kill. I checked email before setting off for work. Safelite Auto Glass sent an email reminder for my windshield replacement set up for 8am -12noon in our parking lot at work. That’s cool. It even included a picture and a brief over view of the technician being dispatched. Nice touch! I left for work at 812am. It was still drizzling. My passenger seat was soaked from rain getting in the gap from the broken regulator. What a mess. I tried not to stress over it. Work wasn’t too bad at all. In fact, compared others, a very calm day. I wasn’t at work for five minutes when the receptionist emailed that Safelite was in the lobby. I hurried down to meet the guy. As expected, he wasn’t too keen on doing the windshield in the rain. I didn’t want him to either. I want it done right. Said he’d have to reschedule for Wednesday when the weather’s expected to be much nicer. OK with me. Work remained calm all day long. What a nice change of pace! I ate my veggies for lunch using all but the last of my raspberry vinaigrette. Note to self ... and Mindy. I didn't hear from Mindy until 420pm or so. She was on her way to fetch the kids after school. She shared that my dad would be joining us for dinner. I worked until 530pm. I called my mom during my drive home. Hadn't talked with her for about two weeks. Said she was feeling a little better. Also shared that my dad drove down for a visit and brought an "old persons" recliner (electric chair that rises to one's ass). She loves it. Said her back still hurts but that she's taking vitamin D capsules that are $4 each per doctor's orders. I asked for the full description since she advised that they're unavailable OTC. Said to be 50000UNTs - Wow! We chatted until I pulled into the driveway. On the porch looked to be the Trooper part I ordered last Friday evening. Now that was fast! Inside, dad was there interacting with the kids, and Mindy was already serving up dinner - roast beef. Mindy asked me to set the table. I did that while also prepping the following day's coffee. Soon we were settled down for dinner. The roast was especially tender and delicious. The mashed potatoes were pretty good, too. I opened what I thought was a fresh bottle of three cheese ranch dressing from the pantry and poured it over my garden salad. After a couple of bites I spit it all out. The dressing was bad! Checking the date on the bottle revealed the reason. It was expired, good through June of 2009. Mindy whipped me up another salad with my help. I wasn't fond of the remaining dressing choices but opted for the Greek vinaigrette. Only marginally good. Dad shared that Bob was having new laminate counter tops installed. He also gave us an update on the health of Pete & Vicky. Sounds like both are having some difficulties health-wise. Dad may be making a trip to visit UK in South Florida sometime soon, but at this point, he's still noncommittal. Oh yeah, dad got a clean bill of health from his back doctor. He looks good and feels good. Dad hung out until 730pm best guess. Mindy made plans to take the kids to Jimaken's since they were off for spring break and he had Tuesday off work. Driving them up tonight would make Mindy's Tuesday morning a whole lot easier. While Mindy carted the kids off to Jimaken's, I updated my blog from the weekend. I had just settled down in the family room chair to read when she returned home. I wasn't expecting her so soon. It was 845pm. We sat quietly on the sofa chatting while Mindy rubbed my very, very sore right calf. She insisted I take some Advil to help reduce any swelling before morning. Sounded like good advice, I took three just before we headed up to bed near 930pm.

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