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And I have been; this is the second night this week.
My wrists burn with pain when I try to pick something up and my fingers do not want to move when I wake up. So, yay on that front. I’ve hurt myself and they don’t want me to hurt myself any farther, so they told me not to come in till Monday, if I’m doing better. XP

Until Monday, I have to be careful not to hurt myself, aka take it easy, and if my hands are still numb and tingly and painful (with the stabbing pains) I get to go to the company doctor in Evansville and continue this wonderful no working thing. Blah me all to hell.

I’m going to hang out with my family (mother & grandmother) tomorrow since I’m off. They wanted me to go with them to the Fall Festival, but I told them I couldn’t ’cause I’d be sleeping and getting ready for work when they’d be gone–but not anymore! Lol, my grandma asked me this morning if I’d go with them, so I said sure.

What else do I have to do but sit around the house all day? Nothing.. It hurts to do just about everything and I’m having to be really careful even typing this–I have my wrists wrapped up and it still hurts, so I’ll be stopping soon.

I only got online to print something out for my mother, since she’s not too keen on the computer and really does not understand the internet at all. She doesn’t know what links are, for the love of god.

Well, Courage the Cowardly Dog is on, which rocks so fucking hardcore. I heart that show.

Oh, yes, and Joey didn’t work again tonight. They’ve sent him home every night except Monday. I’ve managed to work two days this week, though I’m now off for a while because of this shit. Blah. And I was hoping to move out next month. I tried to go into work late last night, once I got my fingers to move a bit. They still didn’t want me to come in, ’cause I’d just make it worse, but I need the money and want to work, so blah blah blah.

Anywho, Joey’s at home sleeping and I’m at home wishing my hands weren’t bothering me so much. I have things I need to get done, but I don’t know if I can even do it. (Like wash clothes and clean up my room, stuff like that.) Things that should be simple to do, but hurt. I’m not trying to complain that much, but, damnit, it hurt to roll up pennies earlier. WTF? That really shouldn’t hurt at all, so BLAH.

Welp, I’ll be going now, since this totally blows, but I’ll be on every once in a while this week & weekend to check everything (emails and such) but I might not blog too much. Anyway, I’ll talk to you all around sometime. Bye-bye.

This post was originally from my MySpace blog and the entry can be found here.