Well, some better news. All but one finger (middle finger on right hand) are back to normal. My lovely middle finger is perpetually flipping everyone off because it is still very swollen and WILL NOT bend, even a little bit without agonizing pain shooting up my arm. And if I accidentally knock into anything with it, I unleash a torrent of unsavory words.
So, I drive along giving everyone the finger. Some intentionally, some not.
Small graces, though. Small favors. No more purply sausage fingers hanging.
Patience is not my strong suit, though, and I am irritated that I can't get back to my gardening. Too much risk of infection until that last hold out of a flipper finger decides to stop making its stand. Instead, I coax Liv and Bing to do my weeding and is it cruel that I wish I had a very teeny tiny whip to make them pay better attention to those weeds?
My poor waterlogged garden. It's a scraggly sight this year.
And some very difficult news at the office. Our office manager, Betsy, gave her month's notice today. As of August 1st, she will be the office manager at a new middle school newly built just a few blocks away from her home. Can't blame her, but will miss her sorely.
And this means, of course, that we'll have to interview for a replacement. How do you replace the perfect employee? No idea.
Life just keeps moving no matter what I do, it seems.
When will I learn and try to stop making the world spin the way that I want instead of becoming more adaptable to it?
As I said, one of my worst faults is a lack of patience.
Turn, turn, turn.....