impeccable timing

I slipped last night and caught myself with both arms, exactly as i shouldn't, so this morning called my surgeon's office to ask if i should be worried. Have spent all day waiting for a call back, which i didn't get until just the moment i had soaped up my hands to wash them.

In further impeccable timing

My first discussion with the person at the surgeon's office was inconclusive, and they wanted to check back on me later, so I waited again, until I eventually felt too hot and sweaty to stand it any longer and went to take a shower. Thankfully they called this time only just as I was getting undressed.

This conversation concluded with the assistant telling me I should stop babying my arm and try to do everything with it that I normally would, until it hurts, then pop it in the sling and do painkillers and ice. Okay! :)

Last night my friend ElvinGirl stopped by on her way back from her boyfriend's house. She had been down there for the day to hang with him while his dog was at the vet, because it apparently had been poisoned. I hope this was an accident, something he got into. Anyone who would poison a sweet, happy, golden lab like him... a pox on them. He seems okay at this point, though on meds.