Triple Threat :: Punch, Drive, Wipe

Today, I finally got to take the splint off. I've been pining to do just that all week. The huge swelling in the middle of my hand is no longer there. Hurray! In exchange, my hand and wrist are just jaundice yellow. That's very attractive. As for pain, it is still there. It's just not a 10 anymore. I can handle that.

Things I can do now:

1 - I can make a fist.

This enables me to look tough without following though.

2 - Drive my car.

Just not too up on parking yet.

3 - Wipe my own ass

After 5 days, I have perfected the method. And no, it does not involve #1.

Other news ::

I'm getting my hair colored today. That oughta keep me out of trouble and cheer me up at the same time. I know it will at least keep me away from the public session. I never realized how much I was skating until I was forced into captivity! I may be addicted... I know I'm addicted to my color.

Outside my Window ::

A triple threat of Animal Control Vehicles are steadily cruising up and down the street. Must be a pretty fucking big dog to incur that kind of back up. I'm pretty intrigued to see how this all plays out. An image flashes thru my mind of someone screaming "Mad Dog! Mad Dog!" while booking down the street. You know, the whole dog frothing at the mouth wildly careening from side to side frenzy. Meanwhile, a megaphone spraying the neighborhood with incomprehnsible noise - that would be the warning to stay inside. Everyone running out to the stoop to witness the excitement - the final shot that brings the dangerous animal to its side breathing its last gasps and spewing all over the road...

No such luck... Not even a big dog! They end up following it up and down the street then out of the Dogpatch all together. I think I may be watching too many movies during this convelesence. That's it.