Hoping today is better

I had a bad day yesterday.

I got to work with my favorite co-worker, and our sunny day was going beautifully until I hit my hand. In and of itself, this wasn't a spectacularly bad thing, other than I hit it directly on the pin that is still in my bone from breaking the small bone on the pinky side of my right hand a couple of years ago. When I manage to hit myself right on that pin, it makes my whole hand tingle and go numb. I was okay after a few seconds, and went right back to pulling shots. Suddenly, as I was spinning a portafilter on the way to the grinder to make a drink, I heard a "pop pop pop pop pop" sound, my hand instantly flared up into searing pain, and I watched the pin pop outwards about half an inch and slide back into place. All my tendons made snapping noises and my entire hand went tingly, then numb. I couldn't grasp anything. My fingers started swelling and turning purple.

We debated for a while if I should go to the hospital while I sat in a chair in the lobby with ice on my hand. The pain had disappeared for the most part, but my fingers were still numb, making it hard to hold on to things. I decided that I should probably be seen, but then couldn't get ahold of the other manager to come work for me. (He was out on a bikeride, and his phone was dead at home.) I called the only other co-worker who was available, and she said she had just ordered breakfast, but would come down when she was done. At this point, I only had 3 hours of my shift left. About half an hour later, the purple color had faded a bit more and I was getting feeling back. I decided I'd rather not leave work to go get an ER doc to tell me I need to have the pin taken out of my hand, I know that already. I called her and told her I'd tough it out. Alex stopped by and while he was grabbing stuff for the roastary, he told me he was sure we could work something out if I needed to leave, that he and Teri wanted to make sure I was okay. I told him not to worry about it. I just wanted to finish and come home to work on sewing stuff.

My hand ached for the rest of the day. I ran some errands with my friend Barbara after work, and by the time we had hit the 3 places I needed to go, my hand was more achey and I didn't want to go sew.

I don't have an option, though. I put myself in this show at the Buffalo on Thursday, and I need to have stuff done for it, so I need to get things accomplished towards that goal when I'm not at work.

I am like my mother in that I need something to watch in the background while I craft. I probably won't really actually watch it, but it's nice to have it there. I usually put the BBC miniseries version of "Pride and Predjudice" with Colin Firth in it on the "telly" and then relax listening to the british accents and the witty dialogue. We do not have a television upstairs in the craft room. Originally we were going to get John's TV from the storage unit at his mom's, but we haven't had time to do so, and time is getting more and more scarce it seems. Without the TV, what ends up happening is that I get distracted by the lack of sound, and I get fidgety. John has nothing to do up there, so he stays downstairs playing video games. I feel like I'm in a little self imposed exile up in my sewing room, my personal sweatshop of one.

Knowing I get fidgety up there, and dreading going into my solitary crafting confinement, I put it off until too late. Then when I got upstairs, everything I touched turned to shit, the opposite of King Midas'es touch. I ripped the trim out of the slip I was working on 3 seperate times. I got an invite to a BBQ at Teri's house, and decided to give up on crafting for the night. I asked John if he wanted to go. He said he'd love to. I told him I'd sew till time to leave, and then we'd jet over there.

Time to leave rolled around, about 9:20 p.m. I came downstairs, ready to quit for the night and see friends I wanted to spend time with, maybe have a glass or two of wine and eat a polish dog and some salad. I was looking forward to laughs.

John was asleep on the couch. The Dexter pup was running loose, thrashing my house. I woke John up, and he told me he didn't feel good enough to go.

(Side note: John stayed home from work yesterday because he said he is sick. I do not think he is actually sick. I think he is dreading going to work and the weather is hot and he is sweaty. He kept telling me to feel his forehead. I responded by telling him to feel mine. It was in the 80's yesterday, so I explained that it's HOT outside and EVERYONE is sweaty. He said his glands are swollen. I showed him where to look for his glands, and showed him that they are, in fact, fine. He says his throat hurts and he feels shitty, but he felt good enough to smoke several ciggarettes yesterday and eat Haggenese. I hate when he does this at work, because it looks bad and keeps him from getting promotions that he is otherwise OVERQUALIFIED for. It makes me irate, but what can I do? Force him to go to work? That's not an option.)

At that point, I gave up. I went back upstairs to finish the slip I was working on. I sent my apologies to Teri and crew. It took me 2 more hours to finish the slip, and I but it on when I was done.... THE ALTERATIONS I MADE HAVE CHANGED THE SIZE OF THE SLIP SO THAT IT NO LONGER FITS ME. I know it will fit someone who does not have an ass roughly the size of Texas. In fact, I think it might look good on Kat. I will ask her if she wants it, after the show.

So.....

I am hoping that today is productive and happy, and that I get a great amount done and don't mind my solitude upstairs in my overheated hidey hole.

I am going to take pics of what I've finished, and sign off for the day. A picture post will be coming soon.