Wednesday

So yesterday was “Dance Monkey Dance” day (yes, I’m the Monkey in this scenario), and I wake up to the sound of rain….which is a good thing.  In my mind, I’m thinking the following:

·       It’s my favorite day (always loved Wednesdays)

·       It’s raining – I love listening to the sound of it and smelling it in the air

·       I’ve exercised and feel awesome

·       I know what I’m wearing for the “Dance” with Management and our CalTech Reps

I totally got this, right?  Not necessarily. I shower, I do my hair, I get my skivvies on and I go to close the windows in the bedroom.  I have no idea what the heck I did, but I end up slamming my double paned window on my middle finger.  Normally, I’d be swearing a blue streak, but I deep breathe and think to myself…hey, you’re maturing. Good for you for not swearing.  Then the pain hits and I grab my finger with my other hand and bend over sweating.  Did I break it? No…I can move it. Ok, let’s finished getting dressed.  I take my hand off my finger and there’s blood everywhere.  WTF??? I go rinse it off and hold tissue to it.  I head over to the band aids and fumble for one.  I take the tissue away and realize…I have a damned two-sided cut.  One on each side of the finger.  Ok…Hmmm…how do I do this?  I finally engineer a double band aid that doesn’t look geeky and go finished getting dressed. 

I’m wearing ankle boots so I pull out the bootie socks, get one on, and can’t seem to find the other one I just had.  I’m searching everywhere and I know it was just there.  Well, how was I supposed to know that if you sit on it, it’ll stick to your butt?  Peel it off my panties and realize, hey…you have blood from your finger on these panties…go get another pair. I do, and we’re about ready to roll.  Unfortunately…it will not look cool flipping someone off with my middle finger all bandaged up.

It did turn out to be a warning of the day ahead.  I received an email from "D's" wife "H" informing me that he had passed away the night before.  I knew that I couldn't cry because of my meeting with the bigwigs...so I held it together.  I left an hour early and met a couple of peeps at the bar to celebrate "D's" life.  Once I got home, it was ON!  I decided to stay home today and just enjoy the moments.

The finger is turning out worse than I thought. It's right at the point where I hold my pencil/pen, eating utensils, etc...and every time something presses on it, it sent a shock of pain up my hand.  When I go...I go BIG!