1.  It’s Friday, it’s Friiiidaayyy.

2.  Let’s see if we can kick off the weekend right.

3.  True confessions time.

4.  Vanilla flavored whiskey is delicious.

5.  And no, I can’t believe I just wrote that sentence.

6.  Boiling hot dogs feels like a crime against humanity.

7.  I’m unclear on the hot dog itself.

8.  But PB&J on a hot dog bun? Not bad.

9.  I’d call it making do except the cost of hot dog buns…so I guess it’s more making do when you lose track and the sandwich bread’s gone bad.

10.  Crackers are also good in a pinch. You need more of them but still, PB&J crackers? Tasty.

11.  I take a bizarre amount of pride in my typing skills.

12.  I’m starting to think I sing the lyrics to every single song wrong.

13.  Except Lily Allen’s “Fuck You.” It’s an oddly upbeat little bop for the subject matter.

14.  And YouTube won’t let me embed the video itself — BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA.

15.  I have strange dreams when I sleep in socks.

16.  Always thought this was a universal thing. I recently learned it is not.

17.  Glitter makes me feel a little rage-y.

18.  But the smell of Play-Doh is oddly comforting.

19.  Every big cat video reminds me of our kitties.

20.  Yes, that means there’s a fair chance I could die going pspspsps to the sweet big kitties.

21.  Just kidding, I know better. Mostly.

22.  Okay, enough true confessions.

23.  At the beginning of February my wrist started hurting.

24.  Things felt a lot like carpel tunnel which bummed me out but hey, at least I knew what to do.

25.  I started stretches and pulled out a nighttime brace, easy peasy.

26.  Except the pain didn’t improve; truth be told, it started to get worse.

27.  Then my arm started hurting in this really weird way.

28.  You know how your muscles ache after an arm workout?

29.  It was kinda like that. Except without the arm workout.

30.  BrightSide very helpfully suggested I might have slept on it wrong — insert long side eye here.

31.  Which brings me to my ortho appointment this week.

32.  The guy who helps my back is an all around bone guru which is how I found myself describing this strange combination of symptoms to him.

33.  He hmmm-ed thoughtfully, examined my arm, then announced to my utter shock that a wrist bone was out of place.

34.  I’m sorry, WHAT?

35.  Blah blah, this bone right here, blah blah blah, perilunate dislocation, it’s alright, I can reset this.

36.  Cue some sharp manipulations that felt less than good.

37.  To add insult to injury (snort) he had to do it several times because the bone popped into place then popped right back out.

38.  I mean COME ON.

39.  So here we are now, bones securely in place. One would hope.

40.  We’re rolling into the weekend off some megadoses of ibuprofen. Let’s all get some rest, shall we? Next week brings another round of adventures.