You've Got Mail, Too!

In the form of a beautiful postcard from the lovely and talented Ashley who is vacationing in Hawaii.



I would love the pictures, and I would love to be there, too! But alas, a trip to Hawaii doesn't seem to be in the cards for this lifetime. I'll just have to keep watching Magnum.


Professional athletes. I don't see how they do it. I strained a tendon in my wrist at work last week. By yesterday, it still wasn't any better, so they sent me on to the doctor. He took some x-rays to confirm that no bones had been broken, and they weren't. He told me to wear my wrist brace, which I already had from a previous injury, ice my wrist down two or three times a day. And he prescribed an anti-inflammatory medication. Since I can't take normal anti-inflammatory medications, my doctor put me on --guess what?--steroids. Let me tell you, professional athletes must want it real bad because these things have some kick-*** side effects. I wanted to stay home from work today, but since that's not financially feasible, I went anyway. But once I got home, I haven't done anything but lay around and moan. And finish a charity scarf, but don't tell anyone. Well, no one from work anyway.

On the bright side, they work. Twenty four hours ago, I could barely move my hand. Now, I have to keep reminding myself that I'm still injured and not to overdo. I have almost full range of motion, with pain only at the extremes of said motion.

I the comments to a previous post, Buck and I have been having a bit of a conversation about my Navy days. He commented that he didn't really know much about my Navy days. That's my fault. I don't talk much about my past. Oh, I used to. It seemed for a while that every other sentence out of my mouth was, "I remember..." or "when I was..." It got so bad that I was even annoying myself. I said to my self one day, "Self," I said, "Do you have a life now,or do you only live in the past?"

That was a wake up call. I wondered what my friends thought of me. I didn't want to end up a Higgins. For those of you not familiar with the Magnum P.I series, one of the characters in the show is Jonathan Quayle Higgins, a short and rather tubby retired British army Sargent Major. Higgins is one of those who drones on and on about his life in the British Army while those around him are bored senseless, rolling their eyes, and sneaking off when his back is turned. I didn't want to be like that. I guess I went to the other extreme.

It's not that I mean to be secretive. I just don't want to bore people with the mundane details of my past.

So what do you think, Gentle Readers? Do you want to hear my reminiscing? Or will you be falling asleep at your computers?