Today was mostly a lost cause. I trained with Alyssa, but since my finger is still messed up, we couldn't do swings or deadlifts or the other stuff we usually do. But she spent most of the session doing nerve exercises for my hand/arm, which seemed to help just a little bit.
Then I showered and went to urgent care to get the finger checked out. Happily, it isn't hurting as much today as it did yesterday; instead, it's just numb, although it's still swollen and I can't make a perfect fist. Sadly, I inadvertently saw the same doctor I saw when I broke my toe, and he didn't bother to xray it - instead, he said, "this will likely bother you your entire life" and gave me some Aleve. Jhokes. So I'm going to hope that anti-inflammatories help, but then I'm going to make an appointment with a specialist and get another opinion at some point, since I don't like the idea of this bothering me my whole life (and also I find it odd that, while the finger has occasionally ached since I broke it, it would suddenly flare up badly 13+ years after the original injury).
But enough about my health woes. I then went to work, where I slogged for a few hours. This all ended in our team meeting, where champagne was served (because why not?). I hung out a bit after to let the champagne subside, and then I drove home (traffic was brutal), stared at the wall for awhile, and finally dragged myself to Des Amis, where I got a few pages over steak and wine (plus an amazing heirloom tomato and goat cheese salad that the chef brought out for me, ostensibly as an apology because some couple on a first date had snagged my favorite table in the lounge just before I got there. Ha.).
And now I must sleep - I'm taking tomorrow off, and I'm going to finish this draft of Thorington if it kills me. Goodnight!
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