I'm not sure anyone reads this, so I really don't know who I write them for. Maybe just for the sake of writing something.

I noticed that I never really posted whats been going on lately.

2 Saturdays ago, Dec 19th, I was lifting Peyton into the car. I heard(or more, felt) this clicking in my hand. There was this instant pain and I dropped him into his seat. The pain was very intense. Quite a few curse words were used. Well I decided later that night after I couldn't bend my hand, to go to the emergency room.

I got there at 10pm. And I waited. My phone died around 10:45, so I was pretty bored. People were coming in with bottles broken on their face and slashes to their sides. A few drunk people that were beaten and bleeding everywhere but were too numb to notice. And then there were the rest of us. No drama. No screaming. Just in pain and wanted to get looked at. Well after a few hours, people started leaving. Some were planning on going to the clinic. Some planning on coming back in the morning. Me? I figured it was easier to wait a couple hours now than another 5 in the morning. Yeah...I was wrong. We all sat there until 9pm the next morning. No one got in. A few people left, but they still never called any names. Or at least not to go in. They did start calling us every few hours. But that was just for re-assessment.

So finally at 9ish I was called in. I waited in the room...finally after an hour, the doc comes in and looks at my finger. Then sends me for xrays. More waiting. I get the xrays done and get back. More waiting. He comes in and tells me it's a ruptured knuckle and they're going to tape it up. Really? 13 hours of waiting and in pain, and you tape up my hand and send me on my way with an appointment?

What a waste.

I go a week with my hand taped up and in pain. I can't do anything. I can't operate my fingers, can't type, can't open jars. It's a merable week.

On Friday I go for my appointment. They tell me it's a ruptured ligament in my knuckle and that I should haven been in sooner than a week. Thanks doc. Glad you just taped it up and sent me on my way.

So I get a splint made up. And I get to wear it for 6 weeks.

Fun.

6 weeks filled with typos, throbbing pain which they wont give me any pills for, and getting frustrated at everything I can't do.

This is going to be a VERY VERY long 6 weeks.

So yesterday I was going to SuperStore to meet Patricia and pick up some groceries.I had just left work and she was bringing Peyton from the house.

I quickly found a parking spot where I usually park and hopped out to look around for her. I was hoping she was going to be parked near me, but I couldn't see her. So I grabbed my phone and started to dial. That's when I noticed a black spot on the ground. I reached over to pick it up and found that it was a woman's wallet. So I quickly checked the name (And of course to see if there was any cash, not sure why, but I think that's natural instinct since mine never has any)

So I finished calling Patricia and went over to meet her with the stroller. We went inside and I went to customer service to see if Megan was still in the store.

Just after calling her name, she came running down back saying "Is that my wallet?!?!". She was extremely greatful. Seeing someone get that happy makes it worth being honest and turning the wallet over. Plus I'm not the dishonest type anyway. I could have kept the wallet and racked up some credit cards, maybe sold the id, medicare, etc.

We continued on with our shopping and I felt good about myself. After we were done getting groceries, I come out to the car to find the attached photo. That made my day. It's nice to see she even took the time to write me an extra note to say thank you. It's not much, but makes you feel good about being an honest soul.