ROFL - I'm supposed to get physical therapy and occupational therapy. wtf? Yeah, my right hand is ever so slightly stiff, but my typing speed is still in the 80s.... so I'm not sure what they can really do. I mean, going to work will pretty much resolve that issue I think. I'm curious as to what physical therapy will consist of. Turn your head up, down, left, right, back, repeat.

I'm sure it's way more involved than that, but since I haven't a clue what'll happen, I like to entertain myself with the potential absurdities.

Saw the doc today and am still off work for a few more days. I'll know more when I go back on Wednesday. I am allowed to drive, but get to wear my spiffy neckbrace for another 2 months. Deeeeelightful!

I got a text from a co-worker last night warning me that the head games and bullshit office politics continue at their usual pace in my absence. I'm real tired of it. Not angry, but real real tired of it. It's all so petty and unnecessary.

So.... I updated my resume, hopped on to to a few job posting sites, saw an ad that was just posted for a local Family Law firm and applied to it around 11 last night. I got a call at 8 this morning. It's an attorney I've known for years who is familiar with my abilities in the family law field. We talked a bit and she's willing to pay what I want to earn. She called back this evening and asked me to come by tomorrow to chat more.

Today was Mom's 80th birthday. She told me in advance, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted no presents, no meal at a restaurant, etc.

Well, fine then, missy. We can work around that. Challenge accepted!

We picked up some cornish hens which Poohbare cooked to perfection, and made some other things for dinner that we know whe particularly likes. I also put together a strawberry trifle with all sugar-free ingredients so she could indulge without worrying about her blood sugar going thru the roof.

We also got her a big bright bouquet of flowers and a couple cards - Poohbare's was rather naughty (and made moreso by the note he wrote inside) and oh, how she giggled!

It's been a good day.

Poohbare and I went flower shopping today. Now, normally, his indecisiveness makes me roll my eyes - I find it equally frustrating and endearing. Today, it TOTALLY worked in my favor. We went to a rather large garden center and ambled around for a good hour ooo-ing and ahhh-ing at various plants, oogling and touching plants that are weird looking and quirky and having one devil of a time not bringing home about three truckloads of stuff. We finally narrowed down our selections to what would actually fit in the car. We're going back next week for more cuz we're a little stupid sometimes. lol

We got some of the planting done. He did the digging while I sat and put stuff into planters that he then wrestled into place. The stuff that's left can wait til tomorrow to get into the ground. I'm being very careful not to overdo any activities.

After all the time and effort we've put into redoing the yard for a couple years now, it's exciting to see it really start coming together and almost finished.

Me: I love how you're so grounded and stable, yet able to be silly. Me, I'm like a windstorm flying all over the place from one thing to the next.

Him: Only when you're talking.

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Him: Oh fuck.

And at that point I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

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Nurse Spike takes his job very seriously when Poohbare is at work.

Such gorgeous blues, greens, yellows, reds, golds and purples!
It's like the bruises are making their own lil sunset around the scar. Awwwww!

This is just ridiculous! I feel way more beat to hell today than I did Friday. FFS

Poohbare has been absolutely wonderful about massaging away the muscle aches which seem to keep expanding and are now into the deeper muscle tissue of my shoulders and upper back. He's also being utterly great about making sure everything else around here keeps running on track.

I truly don't know what I'd do without him... nor do I ever want to find out.

They glued the incision on my neck together then applied steri-strips. They covered all that with a clear bandage (although I think duct tape woulda worked fine).

I'm supposed to change the bandage today, but how the HECK do I get the darn bandage off without pulling off the steri-strips and maybe even the glue???????? I would really prefer not to have my neckguts fall out into the sink. ew

By 9 a.m. I was going stir crazy and kinda sorta getting on Poohbare's nerves, I think. He suggested we go to the casino and play slots. Hmm... well we would be sitting down most of the time and it's always fun, so what the heck! We got there around 10, didn't get home til about 2:30 and I only lost a total of five dollars. How cool is that!?! I was a bit sore by the time we got home, but doing far better than I'd expected.

The only truly disappointing part of the day is that the bloody slash across the front of my neck that is visible thru the clear bandage didn't gross out as many people as I'd hoped. LOL