I feel better as long as I don't use the left arm much.
So mostly in bed, pouting and reading.
It's sweet, I know, that krav people call to find out if I'm okay if I miss one day, and kinda funny that when I called in to say I wouldn't be there today the guy who answered asked if I were "still sick." I don't remember telling him I was sick at all. News travels, and inaccurately, because sick isn't quite the word.
Still, I don't like explaining the whole thing, so I'm kinda dodging the humans.
And even this much typing has set off a throbbing in my neck.
Back to vegging.
Aimee! Did you see this in the news: [link]
I *knew* you could get ANYTHING at Wal-Mart.
The fridge has been moved outside. Everything on it and in it cleaned and we unearthed the secret magnetic alphabet of Emeline from underneath, along with a dust mammoth.
Closer....closer....
Aimee, when do you leave?
I spent the remainder of the afternoon vegging in front of the TV. My tummy remains mostly upset, but I put some food in it anyway. Le Sigh....
I have a Polgara in my living room.
The Mets have been leaving a lot of men on base lately. I'm sure there's a funny quip in there somewhere: "The Mets couldn't send a man home if he had a note from the school nurse"
Something like that. I'll work on it.
