I wrenched my wrist last night at practice (or rather someone else did it for me), but I didn't realize it until today. Even picking up a gallon of milk is painful, though thankfully it's probably a sprain and not a rupture. I'll just eat pills for lunch and dinner and learn to use my left hand for everything today (insert clandestine dick-yanking reference here).
I dropped off my dog at the vet to get an ultrasound to find out if she's actually pregnant or not. I have the option of getting her fixed to take care of the pregnancy, since her x-ray came back with a diagnosis of 'moderate hip displasia'. Luckily (as best as the word can be applied) the OFA sent me a copy before I went to talk to the vet about it so it wasn't a shock like the first time. I am still reticent about giving up and fixing her, but that is admittedly a puerile reaction and eventually I will relent and end that poem in this chapter of my life.