I had another physiotherapy appointment tonight for my left hand. Poor leftie, because she doesn’t have enough to worry about while living perpetually in the shadow of her much more popular sister, has not recovered from surgery as hoped. While the incision itself has closed up and long since stopped threatening to pop open, the…
Tag: busted hands
Emergency at Work
I dialed the school equivalent of 911 from my desk yesterday. Actually, I dialed 300, which linked me up to the main receptionist. I needed first aid, and calling my favourite redhead in the front office was my only hope. If today’s post sounds overly dramatic, it’s probably because I am so relieved the diploma…
Blue Speckled Pup 