Seriously, right hand is still repetitive stressing, so, can I please just joke the pain away?
I got played a bad hand. ba dum. Still hurts.
Maybe if I had the right joke...
But my acupuncturist has all the right jokes. And my lunatic friends keep me in a junior high continuum of laughs that would kill any comedy club. So as much funny as I am having, I am still hurting. And the last thing I want is for the new hand doctor to play me a hand of hand surgery. Because at that point I may find myself reaching for the joke that's been played on me.
What I can do, in terms of right now, is write the pain away. And in an attempt to write myself a happy ending, as the greeting card saying goes, I will enjoy every minute of this homebound freedom at my desk. In fact, it's the one place I have dreamt of being, forever. So, I will write my book, and this crazy blog, into the arms of an editor, or two.
Wish me luck.
And thanks for the sympathy.
XO TLC
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