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The past couple of months have seen a multitude of doctor visits (in addition to the stitches). Part routine physical (which, at 40, involves some new phrases), part finally looking into various aches and pains. After the physical, blood tests, trip for an EMG and to a hand surgeon the results are:

• Minor carpel tunnel syndrome in the left hand (the hand without many problems)
• Ganglion cyst in right wrist
• torn ligament in right middle finger (which hurts like a bitch and will take a year to heal)
• possible thyroid issues

The good news, the rest of me is just fine and dandy. I continue to have good cholesterol levels and the other test all look good.

Sunday brought stitches for me,
    Monday a broken toe for she.
Tuesday’s the day for scorching hot pan
    With which I have burnt my hand.

Today is the day. On this date 40 years ago, I was born. Yes, 40.

To celebrate, Sarah took me away for the weekend. I had no idea what we were doing until we were there. She booked a room at the new MGM Grand Detroit with dinner at Bourbon Steak. Jack and Kristen meet up with us for drinks, dessert and a little gambling.

I capped the night by playing Let It Ride from midnight to 2:00. I sat down with $100 and walked with $360. No, it’s not a lot, but it was better than walking with 0.

In addition to the decade change for me, today is also my mom’s birthday, so a big Happy Birthday to her.

Finally, I have also now lived in the Detroit metro area longer than I lived in the suburbs of Grand Rapids.

Twelve years ago:
I was waiting in Sarah’s apartment with champagne, roses and a ring.

She said yes.

Now:
I sit in our beautiful house listening to her and our daughter upstairs getting ready for bed.

The risk of that night was certainly worth it.

Apparently we don’t cook much. Or at least we don’t use the oven much — ours died more than a week ago.

We started to look into replacements, but while stores sell the size we need none of them actually have them in stock. I really don’t want to by a new oven sight-unseen.