Okay, enough is enough...I am off to the orthopod to demand freedom from fiber glass weapons. I can't sign my name worth a flip or wash my hair or type without making zillions of mistakes. So after a week of "healing" I go see the doc and demand to be cut out of this contraption. It's relatively clean looking but the padding has disappeared and my good fingers have blisters and bandaids on them from where the hard case has rubbed. This cure is worse than the disease IMHO. Surely there is some sort of removable support that I can wear all the time except when I get wet???
Sold the day bed just now. It was like being in Nairobi and dickering with the market folks about something the price for which had already been determined. But the man finally forked over what I had asked and went on his way. Craig's List has helped, but I don't do well as a barterer.
Getting Garbo ready for Canada tomorrow and hoping Poppy is almost ready for breeding to frozen Badger before I leave for FL. House is a mess but isn't that normal?
Off to the saw that takes away my latest nemesis. Ciao and later, MsP
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