Savannah and I went in to get our blood drawn for a certain number of blood tests this morning. She had four vials drawn and me six. It took multiple tries and two women to get me flowing. I think next time I'll tell them to start with my left arm, since it seems to work better...and just go ahead and jam the big needle in to start with. What is weird about this is that my left bicep hurts--not where the needle entered.
After that we went on to the grocery store and I was using my arm rather oddly (like lifting my hand to the basket handle from the shoulder rather than the elbow). It hurt that kind of bad. It still hurts, some three hours later, though I'm not avoiding bending it like that any more.
Then...I was driving. I don't like driving the little red car one handed very well because it has this factory pre-set that drags the vehicle to the right, most particularly under 60--which the speed limits don't reach between town and home. I cracked some folks up during the lunch prayer when I tacked on, "thank-You we got home safely--especially since I was driving". I'm really not that awful of a driver, but between having an ouchy arm, being hungry, and having my cap sitting on my eyebrows, I really am thankful we got home without me doing anything dumb.
I have rearranged my desk again...I have yet to decide how well I like it. I guess if I hate it, it won't take too much trouble to switch it back as I had it.
Well, it's time to feed the chickens again...