My hands are a pain today.
I've been popping hydrocodone like candy. Yesterday I got a shot of depomedrol because it seems my body has decided to go back into a rheumatoid arthritis flare, meaning every joint I have screams out loud and WILL. NOT. STOP. The shots are pretty much the only thing that will semi-stop the flares. That, and the use of medication, which I get to begin again this weekend.
In addition, I found out today via FACEBOOK that my son and daughter-in-law's divorce was final.
Honestly, I have no idea why anyone insists on imparting important details of life to the world through the use of Facebook, but it should be outlawed. I sat and cried for an hour after reading that one. Yes, I knew it was coming...eventually. But I shouldn't have had to find out the resounding finality of it through such an impersonal medium. No one should. News like that is heartbreaking enough on its own without someone bothering to take the time to tell you one-on-one. You shouldn't have to be hit by it head on while reading how many cows someone purchased in Farmville or how many hits someone made in Mafia Wars.
It's just cruel.
To top it all off, it's raining and I have to take the car to the shop.
I would suggest you not be around me today. It's too depressing.