According to my mother, I have too many things on my Amazon wishlist, thus making it difficult for her to buy me something not on my list. I give up on trying to understand this logic. (At Passover, we get afikomen presents, which are generally small things -- my aunt and my mom each got me a book, and my mom also got me a pair of Liberty of London Target flipflops.)

Surgery ~ma, Connie.

Kristin, I did not know you were interviewing. Sorry if I missed it, but that's great news!

Lots of surgury~ma, Connie.

Surgery~ma, Connie.

Oy, an old, old crush of mine from high school found me on Facebook. I possibly made a mistake in friending him.

Three job rejections today.

On the plus side, I just made mayonnaise. Way cheaper and healthier than the store-bought kind. (It's kind of a cheating mayonnaise -- the actual base is tofu, with just enough oil added to give it the right creamy texture without adding a ton of fat. I recently went through a jar of Vegenaise in a week, and desperately needed something healthier.)

Best of outcomes Connie.

Minor whine...feel free to walk on by:

My bestie is out of town and while normally her dog sitter would have her two Shih Tzus, the sitter had surgery this week...so it's down to me.

I had a doggy lama appointment this afternoon, so I left the two with Bartleby for three hours.

One of them barked for the entire time I was gone, both of them crapped on my office rug and one of them peed. Then, the littlest, pushiest of them barked at me for at least half hour.

Unfortunately, just as I was coping with all this, the bestie asked me how it was going. I told her the truth. She got mad and started flailing around to get someone else to take the dogs. She spoke to me as if it were my fault and I felt like I had to take care of her feelings while I was pretty pissed myself. Pun totally intended.

Ergh.

On the other hand, they are moving to AZ next month and I will probably never see them again. So, just, ugh.

t /whiney pants

Connie, I hope everything goes well tomorrow and your only regret is that you didn't have it sooner.

So, on Saturday night the ER doctor told me that I had nicked the bone in my finger and needed a hand surgeon. I spent most of yesterday trying to get a referral and an x-ray order. Finally, the orthopedic people told I could see their surgeon on call without the paperwork. A couple of more hours were lost as he unwrapped my finger, looked at it, said, "You need a hand surgeon" and got me an appointment with a hand surgeon at their office in midtown, a place with a dreadful parking lot and worse traffic.

Today, the hand surgeon looked at it and said that various types of grafts and the like had been used for such wounds, but just letting the wound fill in by itself worked best. So, even though I have a finger that would cause people to suspect I would rise from the dead in a zombie story, the prescription is to soak my finger in peroxide and rewrap it every day, which is what I would have done in the absence of any medical professionals at all.

Then he said someone would come show me how to wrap it up. Forty minutes later, I went looking and discovered said doctor, who realized he had forgotten to tell anyone about me. Then a woman came in who fumbled around and kept asking *me* how to bandage the finger.

Geez, Ginger.

{{bonny}} not whiny at all

Good grief, Ginger. You should have given the doctor the finger! (sorry, it's late and it was the first picture that came to mind) I hope that the healing is faster and more complete than anticipated.