... last night that maybe my left hand would hurt less if I cut it off. From the wrist up to the fingers, everything hurt. I ended up taking more narcotics (and eating that zapped tortilla-cheese thing) and read a bit more and finished the book I was reading. I got to sleep at 7am and when the alarm went off at noon, I didn't hear it for 12 minutes. In fact, I didn't hear it until Junie became very enthusiastic in waking me up and I rolled over. I told her I needed to sleep more and got up at 3pm.
I still have a lot of pain in the end left forefinger joint.
I'm taking bits of time to work on washing the litterboxes -- I'm leaving Loki's or Junie's litterbox out while I work on the other. I've wanted to do this for almost a week and it's just been too much.
I forgot to say yesterday that we had a storm on Friday with 2" hail and tornado warnings. Junie dashed for the bedroom as soon as the first piece of hail hit, Loki lasted about a minute longer, and Spirit just curled up tight in her bed.
