The bad part is that it's because I can't do *anything*.
Simple little things that I'd normally just quietly jump on... bagging newspapers for recycling. Laundry. writing checks. Emptying the dishwasher. Everything becomes an "Adam, can you...?", and I hate that. Remember the Johari windows? The first thing I clicked was "independent".
And Adam's going to be away week after next, so if this doesn't get solved asap, I don't know what I'm going to do. The coffeemaker has a tiny little notch to pour the water into - I can't manage that with my left hand. And food! I can't even tear the top off an instant-oatmeal packet without pain. I had to get Elayna's help opening a can of corn the other da, and that was a comedy of errors.
And I must resist the urge for retail therapy. I woke up this morning all gung-ho to run to the Apple Store and buy a laptop. (It'll use different hand positions! Therapeutic!) Had to remind myself strongly that I'm getting Apple Store gift cards or cash from the three moms, so it's stupid to buy it now and incur more credit card debt, when we're doing so well at paying down the cards. (4 more will be paid off in the next two months!) Get birthday money/gift cards, combine with tax return, *then* laptop. That way, no finance charges.
So I did my retail therapy at Whole Foods: a Vosges chocolate bar. "Creole", with espresso, cocoa nibs, New Orleans style chicory, and Sao Thome bittersweet chocolate. And 10% of the purchase price goes to hurricane disaster relief. Indulgence, good for weight gain, and charity. And in my budget.
Planned a bit of what I want for my birthday, too, wandering around Whole Foods... a very nice dinner. With all of my favorite things - the niftiest tastiest things. Again, this helps the weight gain goal. And will allow me to feel okay about splurging, because it's my birthday.
In other news: yesterday I addicted my child to Babylon 5 and Monty Python.
I have been forever typing this with my left hand, and will now stop. *nod* Going to a birthday party tonight, so must shower and leave enough time afterward to ice arm. Have ride to party, yay! Driving = single worst thing for the wrist. Turning the key in the ignition is hell.