4 am

… and I am up with this throbbing pain. It was so bad yesterday that Gerry wanted to take me to the emergency room. I’ve been entertaining myself with online disaster stories of missing digits due to manicure mishaps.

I’ve been getting manicures for over 20 years and this has never happened. The salon I go to here in NJ is terrific, and they have a sterilizer that they put the instruments in. One salon I used to visit in NYC had each customer purchase their own little set of manicure tools that they kept in a ziplock bag for the next visit. However this time I wasn’t as fortunate, ouch!

Usually when I can’t sleep I sit and knit – but no such luck tonight. I’ll sit and read (what a concept!) and try not to worry too much since worrying doesn’t help at all. C’mon antibiotics – do your stuff!

Sadly, I’m going to have to cancel my trip to DC to see my sister in law. Hannah’s devastated and I feel like a fool for even coming up with the idea. I had no idea, though, how draining this hand pain would be. I looked into taking the train down to DC instead of driving, but it’s rather pricey and, anyway, I really just feel like resting and letting the antibiotics do their stuff!