It has been 48 hours since loading up from my ride Saturday night and I still feel really good. Looking back on the ride, one of my favorite sayings popped into my head. Bad decisions make good stories. It was a beautiful day and even though we got lost, with the exception of running through the bats and Randall just barely making it back to the truck on fumes, we still had a great ride. Randall ran out of gas at 97.2 miles on our last ride. I was calculating the mileage in my head as we were riding back once we found a landmark and knew where we were at. The best I had it figured, was that he could make it to within 2-4 miles of the truck before running out of gas. We ducked through a shortcut on the way back and as it turns out, thankfully I was wrong. Randall made it all the way back to the truck with 97.4 miles on the tank of gas. Another 1/2 mile and he would have run out.
I didn't get sore or hurt after this ride, in fact, I didn't hurt until today around noon. I was making a pot of stew today and went to put the clean dishes up out of the dishwasher. I misjudged a knife, my wife insists on putting them in with the sharp end facing upward, and WHAM ... ran the tip of a steak knife about 3/8 inch up in between my thumb and thumbnail. You would have been proud of me though. In my younger days I would have taken the 6 quart stockpot in my other hand and invented the Olympic Cookware Toss. I was cool though, just muttered a "damn" and quickly grabbed a towel to wrap my thumb tight to help stop the bleeding. I didn't know a thumb had that much blood in it, I'm pretty sure my thumb had to be pumping out blood from my index finger by now. After my thumb finally bled out, I cleaned it, doctored and bandaged it.
I currently feel better about the Orencia now. Hopefully my rheumatologist was right, some people respond faster while some respond slower than the 3 month average date for seeing what it can do for me. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, that is, if I could cross them.
Around here if it's not one thing it's three, but one thing's for sure, there is never a dull moment. Remind me to tell you about the time that animal control had to shoot a rabid dog on our front porch.