Packin' Ice

The hardest part about minor injuries for me is sitting still while ensconced in ice packs. It should be very nice and rather relaxing to sit with my feet up on the ottoman, towels wrapped around ziplock bags of ice and a couple of the blue refreezable pliant thingies put on the market just for injuries of this sort. But, I get thinking of all the things I would like to have nearby...a book, a notebook, a pen, a glass of water (or wine depending on how many times I've iced these things), I want the remotes for the TV and the DVD player, my phone, oh and the bluetooth (why do we put blueteeth into our ear - has anyone really addressed that? It's creepy...just so ya'know.). With all this stuff surrounding me, well it takes half an hour for me to get all situated for a simple twenty minute icing. If I were a cake...well then we would be talking about color and borders and piping in general, how many roses, will there be any writing on the cake. It would be more complicated and last all of about twenty minutes for that too.

Am I whining? No, not really. I am on ice though. I couldn't do it without a computer...duh.