I just love being me because I never know how I'm going to hurt myself next. It's always a surprise! Late Saturday evening, I told the husband my wrist was hurting. Had no idea what from, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It hurt all night and worse on Sunday. I had finally broke down and wrapped it Sunday evening so I could help move the cattle around, muck out Priss' stall and feed.
On Monday, it was still hurting. I broke down and made an appointment with the doctor. I never go to the doctor. Okay, once a year, but that is only because I have to. So I went and she told me I have tendinitis in my wrist. What? Tendinitis? I don't play tennis....don't tennis players get that in their elbow?
She said it should go away in about 2 weeks but if it changes in any way to let her know. I am to wear a brace to immobilize the joint and take 4 advil three or four times a day. Man, getting stepped on by a horse didn't cause this much grief! Of course, the husband didn't believe the doctor made the correct diagnosis. He said he knew he should have taken me to the vet! Oh my goodness gracious.
So I got my brace and went back to work. I was so embarrassed I parked in the back and snuck up the back stairs. I don't even have a good story to tell if someone asks me why I'm wearing a brace. The best I have come up with is, "just cause I'm a tard."
I need your help....give me a good story to tell! I have faith that someone out there will come up with something better than I. I will be patiently waiting, hiding in my office........