Yesterday the "feeling sorry for myself" peaked. I worked till noon. Hung around a bit longer to put together a bike, only to realize I have the wrong headset, ugh. In the car I decided to drown my sorrow with a burrito. Must say Bravo helped my depression! At home I iced my hand for a good chunk of the afternoon. I did pick some stuff up around the house before having to go pick up the kids.
The rest of the night I was in a cloud of depression. Hate when I get like this, because really it's not a big deal, and my attitude affects the entire family. Just need to look towards next week and a fresh start.
The hand is still swollen but better. Every day the pain reduces and the function increases. Jen wants me to go see a Dr. but truly feel is was just jammed. I was convinced last night to call the Dr. today but this morning the hand feels way better.
Speaking of next week, on Monday a few of us are, finally, starting up Monday Night Lights. A lot of us will be on fat bikes but any mtb will work. Meeting at the North Loop at 7. The ride will progress as the night allows.