HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mom! Feel free to leave comments for her, below :-)
(oh, yeah, and Happy Earth Day. Go Mother Earth, woot!)
My brother sent me a Damnit Doll. It sits right by my desk and already is getting a lot of bashing. Better than grinding my teeth or raising my blood pressure/sugar :-)
Sunday was the same ol' thing: cleaning, laundrying, (which reminds me, the washer machine ate the Downy ball. Again), guinea rearing, and injuring myself by hitting my head on the towel rack and then feeling a large snap on the right side of my left knee (the one with the torn meniscus? Yeah, that one) while cleaning the shower. Good thing the pain killers had kicked in and I was feeling fine (well, until they wore off ha).
Sundays: Just another day of work!
Happy Birthday, Grandma! Say "Hi!" to dad for me!
Mostly, I just chilled, kicked back, called three of my aunts, and wrapped up my mom's Top Secret project for her 50th birthday :-)
“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” - Albus Dumbledore
16 hour shift & dinner!
But on you will go / though the weather be foul / On you will go / though your enemies prowl / On you will go / though the Hakken-Kracks howl / Onward up many / a frightening creek, / Though your arms may get sore / and your sneakers may leak. / On and on you will hike / and I know you'll hike far / and face up to your problems / whatever they are.
Benny and Zeke time!
Benny and I read Dr. Seuss' "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" (his favorite part? "No, that's not for you! / Some how you'll escape all that waiting and staying / and find the places where Boom Bands are playing!" Memorized. Boo-yah!).
Zeke and I read from a book of children's poetry and listened to a recording of Yeat's "The Stolen Child" ("For the world's filled with weeping, more than you can understand.")
Good times!
My mom once told me I should start a reality show, because, literally, a typical person can't make this stuff up. I tell people she should have named me after a hurricane. My name is comic gold - an oxymoron or ironic comedy. Peace is such a long, difficult road to obtain, even more so if you're me. I'm a firm believer that people make themselves, but, sometimes, I'd like to think my mom named me "Serenity" to give me some form of peace in this chaotic, no-barriers-held-back world.
Sunday I was cleaning and wearing socks. For me, cleaning within itself is often a safety threat. Add socks and it's a lethal combination. I lost my balance steping off the "foyer" (see picture, below) and managed to land on my left side, twisting my ankle (you know, the one with the screws?) and angering my knee with the torn meniscus. Like I said, a person can't make this stuff up.
I then proceeded to continue cleaning, vacuuming, baking, and guinea pig-rearing and have spent the last two days with liquidy cold fire radiating from my knee, down my shin, and up my thigh. Today, my ankle is taking its share of the pain. I haven't been able to focus and the report I should have finished on Monday is just now ready for editing and formatting.
Sleep is fleeting and my arthritic right knee has sworn an oath of war against the left. It's been hazy the last few days. Pain has this weird way of sapping all your energy and making you sleepy and then jerking you awake after only five hours of sleep (hence the 3 or 4 hour nap on Sunday from running errands on Saturday and effectively putting me behind schedule on Sunday).
On the positive side, I'm alive, fairly certain that I didn't break anything, and I might have a potential new business idea as a home safety inspector (let me live in your home for a month and I'll find the safety flaws - might solve the high rent problem, but I doubt the clients would be willing to foot the medical bill).
Pictures! There's a complementary picture of my swollen ankle, a picture of Benny (the brown furry blur) chasing after Zeke (who was hogging the hay by sitting in the paper bag I had filled with hay and had managed to run out of frame before I could take a picture), my lunch on Tuesday (popcorn), and my lunch today (yogurt, cheese stick, olives, and coffee) - snacky foods that are quick and combat the whole "Ouchy no appetite" side effect of pain.
Until the next time, hug your loved ones extra tight and guinea out!
Man, I'm a horrible blogger! I haven't updated my blog since Friday. Yeck.
Friday I had to go all the way down to DC - to the far reaches of a hospital in NE DC near Fort Totten - and back for my cardiology follow-up. I left at 12:30 PM and didn't get home until a little before 6:30ish. By the time I got back, I was sore and tired and only managed to barely work 8 hours before passing out. Dinner was a bowl of cereal. The good news is that I got a 6 month follow up (to wait for my knee and my body to heal, otherwise it would be 3 months), but I also need to keep an eye on my blood pressure (ironic, considering that's my assignment for next month's health promotion).
I lost a whole's day worth of work this week thanks to bronchitis. Pisses me off, considering I'm already behind. I didn't work on Saturday, either, because I spent the whole day running errands and getting the laundry started and taking the recycables out. From CVS, to Target, then to PetSmart, and lastly to Wally World for the stuff Target didn't have. Even though a good friend gave me a ride home, I still wound up passing out early without dinner for the boys or me. Its pathetic.
Even more pathetic is that I called the fire department because of a wasp last night. I tried spraying the wasp with Raid for wasps, but only managed to piss the wasp off (fuzzy eye sight, poor aim). I quickly left the apartment, only to realize there might be other wasps outside, so I slowly pushed the door open, peeked inside, and then did a quick 360 with my better leg to make sure there were no wasps behind me. Which is when I high-tailed it to the bathroom, locked myself in, and Googled the fire department to call them. I'm not sure if I'm allergic to wasps and wasn't about to test the theory, and if I got stung, I wanted help sent straight away.
After relaying all the above to the fireman dude (in which he was laughing - I can't blame the guy), his response was "Ma'am, we can't send a firetruck out to kill one wasp." Sheepishly, I replied "Yeah, okay. Can you please stay on the line in case I get stung?". After he agreed and I had warned him that I can deal with anything but wasps and spiders (and therefore might scream like a little girl and/or cuss), I tip-toed to the living room and eventually killed the wasp after two more sprays. Eeeeech! I scared the boys with my girly scream (sorry) and still have a massive case of the heebie geebies thinking about it.
So, the pictures! Friday I didn't take any pictures because I 1.) Forgot because I was busy and 2.) Don't like taking pictures on the Metro least someone think I'm a terrorist and/or running the risk of my phone being stolen. The train on the way back was packed and my poor knee suffered being stuck in one position and being accidentally whacked with an umbrella a few times (the lady at least apoligized, so no hard feelings). Instead, I took a photo of Metro's Web site :-) Then, one of the Target, a greeting card I saw while in Target, and how the couch looked once I finally woke up!
