~*the hand...

The Right hand is hurting again. The course of steroid pumped in a few months back has worn off, I guess. I am right now, using The Left hand to maneuver the mouse, to type, to push the call pick up button and to scratch my itchy nose. Basically a one-hand show right now. Takes some getting use to. The tough part actually (besides having to type with The Left hand, of course), is having to refrain from using the right one, since further usage will make it worse. I feel handicapped.

Kind of in another pickle now trying to decide if I should go ahead with the minor snip snip to fix it. Dang. Such a bummer that it'll be done under local anaesthetic, cos knowing me, I’ll most definitely want to see what's going on, but who on earth doesn't freak seeing their skin being cut opened. The pumping of steroid the other time with the M.O.A.N (mother of all needle), and seeing lumps forming on my wrist due to the fluid injected while the sadist (read: doctor, to some) kept taking the M.O.A.N in and out and turning it around, really freaked me out.... ok, just realize, kind of a bit too much info. Anyways...we'll see.

Aww… Catguy just asked me to go for futsal training tonight in the sweetest way. Dang bugger…He better pray that none of my klutzy teammates fall on my hand…

oh yes, Damien Rice is still wailing on my speakers...that's what I do when I am depressed...hmm...should give Coldplay a chance to wail after this...yea, Trouble would be excellent right now...