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if you're happy and you know it clap your hands . . . or don't, if it's too hard
So, the cast-imajig is off, but I still have limited mobility. The doctor said that it should be back to normal in a month, but for right now, if I over extend it even for a second, it feels like the inside of my wrist is EXPLODING. But that only happens once in a while. On the up (?) side, I've got fun bruises from my elbow all the way to my second knuckle (you know, in the middle of your finger) and I'm gonna have a cool scar. YOu know, to add to my collection of miscellaneous hand-scars.
In other news, Itu was hit by a golf cart the other day. No worries, because he is perfectly fine, although the same can't be sait for the guy driving the golf cart. He works in housekeeping, and he was supposed to be suspended from driving all company vehicles because he speeds like an asshole, but since the bosses had gone home, he did it anyway. So. my dog busted out of the house and ran into the road where he ws fully run over (acording to eye-witness accounts) byt the golf cart, which then proceeded to flip end over end and break the guys leg. Somehow, Itu doesn't even have a scratch on him, but he has, however, developed a healthy fear of golf carts. Actually, one might call it an unholy terror at the sight of a golf cart, but I still think it's a healthy fear. Idiot.
That's all the news I've got, except that the Gift Shop is slowly driving me over the deep end. Mwah hah hah.
In other news, Itu was hit by a golf cart the other day. No worries, because he is perfectly fine, although the same can't be sait for the guy driving the golf cart. He works in housekeeping, and he was supposed to be suspended from driving all company vehicles because he speeds like an asshole, but since the bosses had gone home, he did it anyway. So. my dog busted out of the house and ran into the road where he ws fully run over (acording to eye-witness accounts) byt the golf cart, which then proceeded to flip end over end and break the guys leg. Somehow, Itu doesn't even have a scratch on him, but he has, however, developed a healthy fear of golf carts. Actually, one might call it an unholy terror at the sight of a golf cart, but I still think it's a healthy fear. Idiot.
That's all the news I've got, except that the Gift Shop is slowly driving me over the deep end. Mwah hah hah.