Hello out there from the girl who stood up yesterday and FUBAR'd her knee, and is now flying high on Vicodin and prescription strength Aleve! It took me 5 minutes to get my ear phones on and I think I just drooled on myself.
I have to have the headphones so I can listen to my dorky music. I, apparently, cannot write without crap like Hold the Line by Toto blasting into my noodle. Rock on.
I had to explain how I hurt myself at least 40 times, too. That was embarrassing. I didn't know my leg was asleep, stood up, and it bent at an angle that knees are not supposed to bend. Make that 41.
The words "sprain" "torn ligaments" and "good job, dumbass" were used. And now I have crutches. Still haven't mastered the art of crutching, I am hopelessly clumsy, and this isn't going to end well.
Good news is, I have slaves waiting on me hand and knee. Har har.
I was going to write something thought provoking and all that stuff, but I'm too dizzy. So tonight you get this crap. I don't do well on narcotics. I was ok the first few hours and now it's just bad. Won't be taking any of these bad boys until Bob gets home from work tomorrow.
The bright spot in having my bum knee is Noah and his running commentary:
"You knee hurt, mommy? You got a boo-boo? Whet me see. Oh yes, you have a big boo boo. You take you medcine?" You need ice? Emamee, get mommy ice!"
"Emamee" took good care of her mama today. And God, Jesus, Mary, Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny bless my cousin Joe for calling me and asking if I needed a hand. He came over so I could rest. I had a nice drug-induced sleep coma for a few hours. Another reason I won't take them tomorrow until Bob gets home from work. And my lovely niece Lucarie came over to lend a hand also. I love my family.
Annnnnnnd I'm getting sleepy.
I'm sure I'll apologize for this post in the morning!
I bid you adieu!