When the deck was built, I opted for sealing it rather than having it painted. I’ve spent the last 15 minutes or so trying to get yet another splinter out of my finger. Having such good eyesight can be a curse as well as a blessing. I can see it in there but I can’t get to it. I’ve probed and probed with a needle with no luck. I have managed to either get the part that was hurting when I typed or move it so it isn’t as sensitive.
Anyway, I’m either going to have to wear gloves or learn to skin up and down the steps without holding to the handrail. That might be a bit tricky when it’s icy this winter. I guess that’s when I stay barricaded in the house and don’t venture outside.
Today has been another day. Four weeks ago, I went in for my surgery. I was excited at the time and I have no regrets whatsoever about having it done. I can’t go back and have it done sooner which might be the only thing I would change. Sometimes, I can almost forget I had the procedure. That’s when I have to pull back and remind myself not to get too enthused about going and doing.
This morning, I called the hospital and postponed the barium swallow for another two weeks. I asked how long the order is good for and the scheduler said a year. That’s refreshing. Unless an order is for recurring labs, the Mother Ship decrees an order expires after 30 days.
My finger has started hurting again. Twinkle has removed herself to parts unknown so I’ll have to hunt her up to harass her. I’m sleepy. Guess I should go to bed.