Cats Were Sleeping in My Eyes, I Swear.

6 weeks of physiotherapy for my pinky?

Good grief.

I think my favorite part was when he referred to the process as "pretty intense stuff".

I'll tell you one thing though, I met the lady I most do not want to work with or ever see again. She was some sort of nursey-type-lady at the hospital and she was pure evil. Cold civility in the best of moods, spawn of Satan in the worst. I listened to several of her conversations and here's how it went down:
Conversation 1: Talking to Connie about how little work Vanessa does and what she'd like to do to her.
Conversation 2: Talking to Vanessa about how little work Sylvia does and what she'd like to do to her.
Conversation 3: Talking to Sylvia about how little work Connie does and what she'd like to do to her.
Conversation 4: Talking to me about how little work Vanessa, Connie and Sylvia do and what she'd like to do to them.

I had a good time. She is the devil.

In other news, Brother Lawrence rocks my world.

I remembered again tonite how allergic I am to cats. I need to write it down or something.


Guten nacht,

Up, up and away.