another great day off

Even though I really just wanted to curl up in bed all day and avoid the world, I pushed myself to go out for a bike ride.

I made it maybe a mile before I hit a patch of uneven pavement that threw me off my bike, causing me to slide across the pavement before coming to a stop in the grass.

I basically slid in baby cobra so as painful as those look, I think I took most of the impact in my shoulder.  It really hurts and when I move it it pops in and out of place.

I decided it would be wise to tend to my wounds with proper first aid as, knowing me, if I didn't I would surely get some sort of infection or something.  At target I found bandaids that I would have gotten had they been a little sturdier and better equipped for gaping wounds:

At least Nori would have approved when I hobble in to work tomorrow.

I know how Lindsay feels

There was a time when we had so many cars in this driveway it was starting to look ridiculous, but now it sits deserted.  Thanks to a certain someone needing the heat on in late May in Charleston my car is sitting in the shop today getting the a/c fixed.  Scott graciously took me to drop it off but then headed out to a dr.'s appt so I'm left here all alone all day with no way to get anywhere.

Like really, even if I wanted to walk to one of the few places within walking distance I don't think I could because of my bum foot.  Kitty said I might have broken a tiny bone in my foot.  Blech.  What's weird is that I can actually still do yoga, well mostly.  The warriors are hard but otherwise it's actually quite nice to do it.  It seems to stretch out the muscles and tendons that are getting horribly cramped by me walking like a gimp for the past two weeks.  I just don't want to have to get a boot.  I know so many people who had to get boots and it was never cool.  I HAVE TO BE COOL!

Which brings me back to how I'm just like Lindsay.  Maybe she's sitting at home right now just like me, browsing the internet, drinking her iced coffee.  Maybe she'll do a google search for herself (not unlikely) and find my blog and be like, "oh we can relate, we should be best friends" and then she'll email me and invite me to her next rooftop bbbq.  The extra b is for byobb.

Let me just go ahead and say I accept, just send me the details and I will head to california.

Now all I have to do is sit back and wait.  Which is convenient since I have nothing else to do today.

bruised and battered

I have to take full responsibility for the injuries I sustained during my recent vacation, but the amount of pain I'm still in from both of them makes me want to complain to the comforting ear of the internet.

The above doesn't look as big a deal as it is, and the story behind how I got it is just a very 'me' scenario. For those of you familiar with Andrew's house, I had parked my car, tail first, in the spot that is it's own isolated parking spot with the hill of landscaping rising up behind it.  At some point in the wee hours of the morning I was in my car picking out clothes for the day.  Once I had everything I needed I went to close the door but due to a foot injury (more on that soon), and the awkward positioning I was in on the landscaped hill, I ended up slamming the trunk of my car full force on to my hip bone.  The real pain involved is with the deep bruising under my hip bone that you can't see, but the fact that I managed to do it hard enough to break the skin says a lot.

I think this was the same morning that I dropped my pink underwear in front of Andrew's mom's car as I stumbled blind from pain back towards the house to lick my wounds.  Thankfully I realized they were missing before his mom went outside and I was able to retrieve them without further embarrassment.  I think slamming my freak hip in the trunk of my car is embarrassing enough.

But as I said, I was also dealing with a foot injury that I had gotten while at Lake Lure.  Oh you'd like to see that too?  Here ya go:

Mmmm it looks as painful as it is!

The story behind it?  We were all hanging out on the upstairs porch, having a good old time, when somebody made a disparaging remark about Andrew's recorder playing or something, and Andrew decided to lock us all out.  Thankfully the Lake Lure house has at least 25 different doors leading out on to the various porches and verandas so it was no easy feat for him to get to them before us but he did have a head start.  As he headed off Dave at the door to the kitchen I saw my opportunity to go down the outdoor stairs and enter the house from the bottom floor.  I tried to move quickly but without raising alarm yet Andrew still saw me just as I cleared the master landing. I figured out he'd spotted me when I heard everyone yelling from behind me, "RUN!! RUN!! FASTER!! FASTER!!".

Well nothing makes me run faster than being told to so off I went down the stairs.  Stairs, a drunks worst enemy.  I mean, even sober I don't do well going down stairs.  I just picture myself falling head over heels and breaking out all my teeth.  Thankfully that didn't happen this time, I just injured myself through my own hubris.  I thought, 'I do yoga, I stay active, I'm in good health, I can do anything I could ever do, including jump down these last five stairs on to the slate deck below'.

But I was wrong.  So wrong.  I managed to make it inside before passing out on the couch in pain.  The days since have been spent with me hobbling from place to place, each day waking up to find my bruise has changed to a new color and shape.  And now with the addition of my injured hip I'm really just feeling quite broken down.

I need a vacation after that vacation.