Tuesday, October 15, 2024

A Thankless Thanksgiving Sleep but a Good but Messy Thanksgiving Nevertheless

Let us begin by considering why it came to be that I was puzzling over my finger whilst I was abluting in my Thanksgiving Day shower.

I was cogitating on my finger because I had just checked Sleepwatch, and it confirmed that my night wasn't the best when it reported that I had experienced only 4.2 hours of sleep. 

I know that I do go on and on about sleep or rather lack of same, but that was an unusual night, which I shall now explicate by telling you what my flippin finger has to do my sleeplessness, for on this occasion, it is my finger which is to blame.

Finger? you ask. How does that work AC?

Well . . . I was just settling in for the my Thanksgiving Eve repose when my ring finger decided that  would be a fine time to assert itself and wreck my night. I know it sounds stupid, but oh brother! how that finger attacked me. The sudden pain was quite fierce, and just when it it would abate for a few seconds and I would begin to relax, it would return with a vengeance. The sharpness and irregularity made sleep impossible for hours. 

Who can say why my own finger would decide to attack sweet, innocent me out of the blue like that, but attack me it defiantly did. I don't understand, for I think I've always been as nice to it as possible. I mean, we really do need each other. In point of fact, it needs me more than I need it. Are you listening, finger? So why it decided to attack me at bedtime must remain a deep mystery.

It's difficult to sleep when pain erupts like that, especially when you feel that you are getting some momentary respite but the pain then returns strongly and at length. I know that it is just a finger and that it sounds silly, but man-oh-man, it was so sharp and painful.

I actually handled the next day pretty well. I helped Sue with our Thanksgiving preparation by chopping the stuffing ingredients and stirring the gravy. We then ported our half of the meal over to the kids'. We would normally have it here but Sha was expecting a repair guy (who never showed), so off we went.

Sue did the turkey and stuffing and I brought the pies that I had purchased from the Ashton Church ladies' group. Meanwhile Sha and the kids had cooked the creamy, cheesy potatoes and roasted carrots. Everyone did a fine job, and the meal was quite superb.

The only hitch, and it wasn't a hitch for others, was that rather that sitting at a table as we would have done here, we ate from our laps because space is tight over there. At my advanced age and dodderiness, I think I am the only one who currently has a gravy-stained shirt in the wash.

Hoo boy! This post went in unexpected directions. I will have to see if there are any snaps worth sharing with you. I will look later today.


13 comments:

  1. What an eventful Thanksgiving! The drama with your finger sounds agonizing. It’s incredible how these small, unexpected pains can throw everything off balance. Despite the rough night, it’s great to hear you managed to enjoy the day with your family, even if it was a bit messy. Those gravy stains are just battle scars from a day well spent. Looking forward to seeing any snaps you share.

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  2. Along with your other misbehaving body parts, you now have a finger problem? Yikes! Any idea what happened. It sounds like you had an excellent Thanksgiving anyway. Any decent meal should end up on the clothing--in my world anyway. :)

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  3. Oh boy, sounds like a nerve issue with your finger. I sure hope it settles down.
    The dinner sounds fabulous!

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  4. I hear you! I've arthritis in my baby fingers. I dab on my MM cream and it helps. This old age isn't for chumps!

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  5. I hope your finger behaves itself. We call food that ends up on clothing, 'jumping food.'

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  6. The meal sounds wonderful, but the finger, not so much.

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  7. Sorry to hear this. We had a rough Thanksgiving night too because my 1 year old grandson decided to be awake from 2:30-5:00 a.m. He was not sick, not wet, not hungry but still out of sorts and character. His Dad spent most of the time with him and so he slept in. We had the morning shift and when his Dad came upstairs, he looked at his son, smiled, and said, "Morning, dirtbag." Lol.

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  9. Anyway I was sympathizing about the finger. The hand is very sensitive, so many nerves. I hope you can get this one sorted soon.

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  10. Hahhaaaa this made me laugh. Especially the gravy-stained shirt part! Sounds like me. I hate eating with a plate in my lap. There is just no upside to that. Now, me? At Thanksgiving I cook all day and when I sit down with the family and it's time to consume all of the vittles, I have little or no appetite. And no it's not because I have snacked my way through the day; it's because after thinking about that menu, and shopping for all of that stuff, and schlepping it all into the house from the store, and looking at all of it on the counter for several days, and finally taking an entire day to cook it, I have simply lost interest. Aaarrgghhh! Happy Thanksgiving to all of us, though ... ours will be just after the wedding though, so I can imagine that I'll be pretty relaxed. xoxo

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  11. Your meal sounds lovely. The pain not at all!

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  12. A nervous finger is not a good thing. Hope it is now behaving. I have food on my lap regardless; I need a bib. Posting about this later.

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