I'm not sure what to title this

This is how I feel today.

You steal my photo -- I will get mad. (c) This Single Gal, 2008

And I'm not sure what to write.

It's been a strange week. Illuminating, random, exhausting, fun, and strange. Apparently, Daisy thought so too.




I couldn't find my car again today. I think I'm losing my cookies.

Since I can't eat gluten, I don't care if the cookies go away. I'd like to lose my arm.

I've had a really painful week. The arm is hurting in ways that I never could image it could hurt.

When I went in to physical therapy on Tuesday (at Pacific Balance - props to my PT Chris Morrow. He's a rockstar.) I proposed amputation. And I was completely serious.

Well.

Not totally serious. But in a thishurtslikeamofotakethepainawaycutitoff serious.

Ya dig?

So Chris tells me -- amputation won't help. Apparently I have two different arm injuries -- one nerve, one joint. Oh, the splendor continues.

Amputation is not the answer.

It kind of feels like this:

You steal my photo -- I will get mad. (c) This Single Gal, 2008

I think I'm going to get a personal injury lawyer to help me deal with the bullshit car accident aftermath. I've had enough of the pain, and the last thing I need to deal with is crazy insurance people and claim denials.

I got one in the mail yesterday. Claim denial, that is.

Wouldn't it be something if a claim adjuster arrived in the mailbox; when you open it, it's like a pop-up book, complete with insurance agent in beautiful
red
coat.

See this foot -- I want to put it in my insurance company's face.

Take that!

There's got to be a superhero to help me in times like this. Maybe most Fruitful Yuki?