On Tuesday afternoon, I was putting something away in the refrigerator, while yelling at Wild Thing – a bad combination, I know. I stood up and turned around and the refrigerator door smacked me right in the face. I have a lovely purple bruise on that cheek and just the slightest shiner under that eye.
Yesterday, after I dropped the boys at school, I stopped at Starbucks for a latte before a 9:30 appointment. There were no comfy chairs in the shop, so I went and sat in my car. And promptly fell asleep. Until 9:25. Fortunately, I was just a few minutes away from my destination, but I was still late. I stopped at a furniture store on the way home from my meeting. I got out of the car and closed the door and went to step on the sidewalk. I thought the slab was even with the pavement, but it wasn't. I caught my toe on the step, tripped forward and caught myself but my momentum was too strong and I fell flat on my face. Time moved in slow motion as I went down: I let go of my keys and threw my hands out. I lifted my chin up so I wouldn't smash my teeth. I knocked myself silly. I stood up and made sure I wasn't bleeding. Then I looked around to see if anyone witnessed my fall, but thankfully there wasn't a soul around. I put myself back together and took a deep breath, grateful that my ribs weren't broken. I'm lucky I didn't break my wrist(s) either. I looked around the furniture store quickly and raced home. I was so exhausted I crawled under the covers until I came back to myself.
What's more, I blew my voice out and have developed a chest cold. My chest is tight, and I'm coughing like dog in a kennel. What on earth has happened to me?
In other news, it is Grandparents' Day at the kids' school tomorrow. We told my parents and my in-laws about it months ago. My in-laws are arriving this afternoon. We're looking forward to seeing them, but I hope I feel better. My parents, on the other hand, will not be here. Why? Because my father scheduled elective surgery for himself this week; he absolutely insisted he had to have it done now and could not wait another week. Grrr. He had his colostomy reversed. The surgery went well, but he was in a lot of pain yesterday afternoon. Fortunately My Brother, The Doctor came down to be with my mom. Thank you, DocBro, because I can't take time off during WineGuy's busy season.
I need chicken soup.
6 comments:
Sounds like you're having a bad week! I hope the rest of the week looks up, and I hope your father has a speedy recovery.
I'm sorry you're having a bad week. I'll be thinking positive thoughts for you!
oh boy, you hit a doozy of a day
hope you're feeling better soon
soup is good for the soul!
I'm sorry it was a bad week. I think the planets were misaligned or something because it's been that kind of week for me, too.
That soup looks delicious.
I think you better just stay in bed for a couple of days so you don't hurt yourself.
OK, there HAD to have been some sort of planetary mishap - too many of us had truly sucky weeks!
I am very glad that you were not badly hurt.
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