Thursday night, sometime after 2AM, I broke or sprained my left hand. I thought I'd been stung by a scorpion but by last night it was much worse. When I went in to check on J before I went to bed last night, she accidentally kicked my hand as I was trying to pull the covers back up. I thought I was going to cry. This morning it was swollen, aching and throbbing. I just went to a cheap emergency care place and they gave me the news and wanted me to go to the hospital to have x-rays. No insurance so she told me to ice, ace bandage, sling, and ibu profen it.
The scary part is I apparently did it it in my sleep. I have burned a furnace grate into my feet before and didn't know it till the next morning. Weird crap happens to me in my sleep.
Now I am typing with my right hand and it's driving me crazy. Before I was an 80 WPM typist. Now I am lucky to peck out one word every two minutes. AAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAA! I tried commenting last night but it frustrated me so much I quit. So I'm reading.....know I'm out here in cyber land keeping up with a gag on my fingers and pretend there is a comment from me. You know it would be a nice one with exclamations. :-)