Last night was a fun and entertaining evening. Becky had an old friend she wanted to invite to dinner. Well, a barbecue to be exact (note to all Catholics and non-Catholics alike: not a wide range of food choices when you host a barbecue on Good Friday). So, her friend Jo and Jo’s lovely girlfriend Tina came over. As it turns out, Jo and I not only attended the same high school, but graduated together. Small town, small world.
As it also turns out, Jo may be the one person I know who doesn’t buy my poker face. Another note: don’t play poker with her, she is very perceptive. I had the normal and anticipated questions about how I was feeling (standard answer: “tired, but other than that fine.”). And when we weren’t surrounded Jo walked up and basically called me on that response, to see if I was really okay. For some reason, that moves me. In a good way. 🙂
Today brought with it reminders of some of the limitations upon me during this little adventure. You see, for those of you who are not here to actually get a visual of me — my first warning sign was excessive fatigue. My second warning sign was ridiculously excessive brusing. I look like a victim of domestic violence. It’s bad. I even get bruises if the kiddos hug me too enthusiastically. Not that I tell them that, because I love the hugs. Well, now I have a new one. I bent sideways to pick up a toy in the boys’ room, and bumped my ankle – JUST BARELY – on the bedframe. It hurt. A lot. But hey, I figured no big deal! I must have hit some sort of funny bone in my ankle. So when I took a step and hit the floor I thought it wasn’t the greatest sign. Yep. You guessed it. Severely injured ankle. I am in bed (which is fantastic, as I am tired), encased in ice and a brace. Turns out I bumped some tiny, insignificant little bone in my ankle. (The equivalent of breaking a pinky toe, except higher.) Really?! Now I fracture and break stuff with almost zero effort or exertion on my part? This is SUCH bad news for someone clumsy like I am.
So, Becky and the kids went to a birthday party without me. I am home alone. Unsupervised. Wow — I hardly even know how to think anymore without the dull roar I usually hear! 🙂
I am hoping to feel better to the point of doing my Easter Bunny impersonation tonight. I had the chance to do double duty as the Tooth Fairy last night. Where would I be without these many fun hats I wear?
Love and blessings to all this evening…