Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Day 262

Remember this beautiful wrist? Connected to a just as beautiful hand?

Well, it's currently enshrined in a cast.

Because Zee got into a fight with a knife and a box, and she was outnumbered.

She told me she had cut her hand, and, at first, I thought it was just a papercut.

But, no. She said it was deep. I told her to go have it looked at.

However, in her adorable macho way, she waited until the next day.

I got a call in the middle of the night. She had almost severed a tendon and might have to go to Germany for the surgery.

Wow! - Ok! - I'm awake!

(And I selfishly wondered if this meant she might get to come home. I mean, it's just a hand, but why not? Crazier things have happened.)

(I also had this thought because I've been having a million dreams about Zee coming home earlier than I expect her to.)

Some hours later I got another waking phone call, and she told me that they've found someone on base to do her surgery. And it was legit OR kind of surgery.

I have yet to call Zee a klutz.

It will surely come up at some point.

I've had my own ailments today. Nothing quite so dramatic.

More Mysterious, actually.

You can't really see it in the picture, but there's a cluster of red dots.

Red stingy dots.

They appeared out of nowhere, they won't go away, and I have no idea what caused them.

I also had to cut my workout short today because I could feel my shoes beginning to hurt my feet. I'm having bad shoe luck. One pair causes blisters on my toes, and the other pair causes blisters on my arch.

What is bizarre is that the blisters only ever happen on my left leg.
Only my left knee ever hurts.
But only my right hip gets super tight during the work-out.

I'm seriously starting to believe that my hips aren't even.

Or something!

And I can't think of any reason why my hips would be messed up.

I did jokingly wonder if maybe it's too much masturbation. But there's no way I'm giving that up with Zee still gone.

Do you hear that Zee? I need you to come home to take care of my sexual desires and, thereby, fix my hips!

But please come home both hands intact.
I need them.

And come home completely intact and healthy and whole.
I need you.


1 comment:

  1. She needs to make up a baller war story for that injury...like she found bin laden and they got in a fist fight with knives...or that a camel in a stampede ran over her arm.


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