Is that You Arthur?

I hate it when I go to bed,

in perfect health and wake

the next morning with some

part of my body gone out of

whack!

There ought to be a law against

it. What you are, should be what

you will be in the morning.

After all, you are just laying there.

Minding your own business.

What can go wrong?

Friday night I went to bed, no

problems at all. I wake on

Saturday morning, about 4am.

My wrist is screaming in pain.

Did I lay on it wrong? Did it get

caught when I turn over? I don't

have the vaguest idea. But I can

tell you, it felt like it was broke.

The pain starts at my wrist going

down to the hand between my

little finger and the next one.

No position helps. Up in the air,

hanging down, across my chest.

Nothing but pain. This can't be

Arthur. That is in finger joints.

For the life of me I don't know

what it is. But here now,after

a night of Icy Hot and being

wrapped, it is an ache not a

severe pain.

But I am mad as hell, and

I am not going to take it

anymore. Like as if I could

do something about it.

Monday morning and I am

back to what ever is called

normal.

Some days are roses, some

are thorns...