What a way to start the new year! My damned arm hurts worse today. But maybe that’s because last night’s champagne and ibuprofen have worn off. I just took some more ibuprofen and am waiting for it to kick in. Too bad we drank all of the champagne…maybe I could use more of that, too.

I’m waiting for Mike to wake up so that he can take me to Walgreen’s. I certainly can’t drive myself in this condition! I want to get some of those heat wrap thingies that fit on the upper arm/shoulder. All we have in the house now are a couple of those ThermaCare wraps that I’d bought when I was having those really bad lower back pains. Last night I had Mike wrap one of those around the arm as best as he could. It helped, but I really need some that fit better and won’t slide off.

I also need some more of those Bayer Back & Body pills…they worked better for my back than ibuprofen, but we’re all out of those, as well. Another thing to get at Walgreen’s.

I hate the local Walgreen’s, it’s almost as skeevy as the nearby Evil Stop & Schlop. But at least I know it’s open today, it’s one of those 24/7/365 places. I just hope they have the stuff I want. It seems that every time I go in there, they don’t have what I want half the time. They seem to be more interested in selling cheap plastic junk than actual medical stuff.

Maybe CVS is open today, I can call and find out.

The ibuprofen seems to be kicking in now. As long as I keep taking that, or the Bayer stuff if I can get it, and try not to move the arm too much, I’ll live.

I don’t see what going to the ER would do anyway, since I’m almost positive there’s no broken bone. I didn’t feel or hear anything break when I hit the frame of the bathroom door. It’s a hard wooden frame…if I’d hit the floor instead, I suspect it would not be hurting this much. But there’s no swelling, not even any bruises. I suspect that some rather nasty looking bruises will appear in a day or so, but so far, nothing.

Not that I would go to that knife-happy hospital anyway. Perhaps if I knew for sure that they’d just look at it and treat it without admitting me, I might consider it. But I doubt they’d jsut do that, knowing the way they are. Yeah, Mike actually needed to be admitted the two times he was there, but then they kept him there WAY longer than necessary. I remain firmly convinced that they do this regularly, in order to get as much money as they can from the insurance company. For all I know, they might decide that the arm needs some kind of weird surgery and nag me to the ends of the earth until I agree to it. Yep, we’ve been down THAT road before, and it’s not a road I want to take again. I’m staying the hell out of that hellhole.

Stupid freakin’ cat! I’m almost positive it was Pumpkin that I tripped over, as that little fool always walks in front of us and has nearly tripped us many times before. But whoever it was got scared and ran off, so I didn’t see for sure. No cats are hurt, though.
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We did do our New Year’s Eve stuph, though. We ordered pizza and chicken strips from Papa John’s and watched the Three Stooges marathon.  Shortly before midnight we switched over to a channel that had the ball-droppage and opend up Le Cheapeau Champagne.  We had bought two bottles of it, and we polished off both of them.

The Stooges marathon was good, the only annoying thing is that it was hosted by the ever-annoying Andelman brothers from The Phantom Gourmet.  That show is so lame.  It used to be a pretty decent restaurant review show, but now it seems they don’t talk about anything unless they are being paid to do so.  I’m really sick of hearing them talk about the same old same old every week, and an especially sick of hearing about the Kowloon.  I stopped watching that show a long time ago, when we tried some of the places they were being paid to tout, and they sucked.

Anyhoo, these two clowns hosted teh Stooges marathon, and at midnight they did this lame-assed thing where they dropped a giant meatball onto a plate of spaghetti sauce.  We didn’t see this, because we switched over to the Times Square ball.  But when we switched back to the Stooges, there were those two bozos, with a couple of guest bozos, sitting around a table on which the plate with the sauce and the meatball sat.  They were all laughing as if this were the most clever, funniest thing in the world.  Lame-O!

I wonder when Mike will wake up.  It’s way past 10 AM now…I’d like to get my stuff from the drugstore sometime today!