I went to an orthopedic surgeon on Tuesday and he said to come back in four weeks, not to do any exercises or physical exertion, and definitely don't go to work. Four more weeks of doing what I've been doing for the last four weeks, except not going to physical therapy. Rest my wrist for four weeks. If it's not better, then he'll do an MRI and see if there's a tear that needs to be repaired.

The long and short of it is that I'm very depressed, so depressed I'm actually trying to remember to take the extra antidepressant at lunch time.

You know you're really bad when you check to see if you still have the number for the Crisis Line. (It's in my wallet.)

And, I haven't worked on either story or either blog for too many days. Writing seems to be a little difficult right now. I have all this time to write and I'm not writing anything. Even this little bit has taken nearly two hours. It wasn't too many months ago when I could write a 1,000 word short story in an hour.