Okay, the whole "no typing" thing has got to stop. Not blogging is not okay. And not commenting on everybody else's blogs is ESPECIALLY not okay. Who could have imagined that I could become addicted to this so quickly? Certainly not me (although I did see how addicted Miss Hallie had become, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised!)
Speaking of Hallie - thanks for guest-blogging for me! You're a true friend, but rest assured that I will do everything in my power NEVER to need your help in the powder room.
Thank you all for your well-wishes. You have no idea how much I appreciate you.
After some experimentation, I have found that, if I rest my arms carefully on the desk, and keep them in the correct position on the keyboard, that I can type with very little pain. Mousing, on the other hand, is a tad trickier. I tried to switch over to my left hand, but it turns out that I am so right-handed as to make any attempt at working a mouse left-handed absolutely laughable. At one point I had 15 windows open and I couldn't close any of them.
The good news is that after two days of AS-MUCH-INACTIVITY-AS-I-COULD-MANAGE, my arm is a teeny bit better. I think. So, to follow my doctor's train of thought, it might get better without further intervention. The bad news is I have to rest it some more, and all the stuff around here that needs to get done requires a right arm. Oh well, I'll figure it out. Time marches on, and I can deal with pain. I'm a W-O-M-A-N (sing it with me!)
UPDATE: The application forms for adult adoptees to request a copy of their original birth certificates finally came out yesterday (only a week after the ABSOLUTELY NO LATER THAN date that was promised!). They were posted to the State's website about 2:30 and all of a sudden it seemed like everybody was emailing everybody. I printed off the forms, and was surprised to find out that they need to be notarized. It also looks like they might have to be received at the State Office of Vital Records prior to January 2nd.
If that's true, I don't have a lot of time to mess around. Because of the holidays, there aren't many business days left between now and the second of January. I might drive them up there myself, or pay (how I hate to) for overnight mail. If I can find a notary public. I used to know several of them, but I can't think of one nearby. Maybe a bank. Wouldn't a bank need to have notaries on staff?
The whole thing is suddenly making me giggle. All.The.Time. I'm probably losing my mind, but it seems so funny to me. I spent years harassing the adoption agency, and petitioning the courts. Then, I spent years helping to fight for the laws to change. Then, after the law was finally passed, we waited a year and a half for it to take effect. Now, all of a sudden, I barely have time to get everything done by the deadline. Am I the only one who thinks that's hysterical?
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