Hmm...I just feel like typing :D in Not-So-Hum-Dingers

It feels like for-freakin-ever since I’ve sat down with the mental clarity and a body peacefully-enough-at-ease to just let some words out through these fingers that love to type.

Life has been a-chuggin’ along. I love being a brainmatey team with Sezzie. I’m so grateful for Open Diary (may it rest in peace) for bringing us together. Her steadfastness in my life makes everything I do feel more worth it. Ashley certainly amplifies my feeling like I’m here on this spinning wet rock for some sort of purpose. And even though I got slightly injured last week, I still love being ridiculously good at my job.

Oh, let me tell you about that! I had rocked a Thursday of dish-ass-kickery, and I was cleaning the griddle like I do at the end of every day that I work. I use these carbon-“foam” bricks to clean the thick slab of steel that is the griddle. The brick that I used on Thursday was one of the older, more used bricks, but still had at least two more cleanings worth of action left. I was basically done, and I went to get this one last little spot and the brick rolled and my hand slapped the still-rip-roarin’-hot-because-Talia-turned-it-up-to-quickly-brown-up-sausage-and-get-on-home-to-something-I’m-sure-was-worth-wasting-cooking-gas-just-to-get-everything-done-faster. I immediately recoiled my hand (which had already begun to blister at the base of my thumb) and went to find some ice (which there was barely any remaining because it was the end of the day and) and a wet paper towel to try and stop the thermal damage as best as I could. None of the water coming out of the taps got cool enough to make my hand feel better, even with the ice, so I just sort of left my body for the rest of the afternoon. I remember Laurie telling me that they would take care of the rest of the dishes and that I should just go home, and I remember standing with Sezzie in our kitchen getting some cold water and ice in a bowl so I could finally get some sort of relief, and I remember going to the pharmacy and asking them what I could do. We got the name of a medicated ointment that was only available by prescription so we came back here and I took some pain medication (an Advil and an acetaminophen) and kept my hand moving around in bowl of ice water and Sezzie rocked it at getting the on-call physician from my doctor’s office to call in the prescription for the ointment. She was also amazing and had me eat a handful of Skittles and drink nearly-a-bottle of Gatorade because I had apparently looked just like I was about to pass out. It sure felt like a thick black cloud was building behind my eyes. The snack and drink did the trick and kept me aware and relaxed. then we went back to the pharmacy to pick up the ointment. I remember standing there waiting for them to fill the prescription and the pharmacist and the girls that work there were impressed by my composure. I assured them that I was in some sort of shock and that I was on at least some unconscious level completely flipping out about the pain. They handed us the little bag with the box that contained the tube of wonderful relief for which I had become quite desperate. We came back here and Sezzie lovingly applied the shiny-as-all-get-out-because-it-contains-a-lot-of-aluminum goop all over my bubbly manipulator and I basked in the glory of the cooling relief. That night’s sleep was surprisingly deep.

I did not work Friday. Instead I went downstairs and showed Barb my gross hand and told her that I should be fine for Monday. I’ve had a very relaxing and lovely weekend. We spent a good amount of time with my mom at her place yesterday, and today we had an early dinner at an Italian place a few towns over (near where I used to live back before my brain shtuff came to a head, so the drive was familiar but I always notice how much has changed since those days). The ointment has really rocked it at healing me up nicely, and the pain has been mostly gone since that first application of it. The big blister I had has receded to a slightly-wrinkly-yet-smooth-like-a-deflating-balloon-ness, and there are two cut-like wounds on my hand (one at the base of my thumb and one on my wrist on the outer edge of my hand) that have only a slight tenderness and tightness to them. I’m feeling fine about working tomorrow, but I am going to have to devise some sort of system for preventing everything from happening again. I might use a thick proper towel to hold the brick while I use it to clean the griddle. Who knows.

Life is full of things.