To all my dear readers out there...
It's been far too long since I have graced you with a story. Between kids, school, and my recent obsession with Second Life I have had no time. Yes, you read that correctly I've become obsessed with Second Life. And no, you don't need to make fun of me, Bailey-Gates does that enough for all of you to be able to sit back and let him do all the work. HaHa! But really, for a desperate housewife such as myself, Second Life really is a fun place to have some intelligent conversation. You've just got to weed through the freaks first.
Anyway, we've had some interesting happenings going on in our house. I'm injured once again. I know, a totally common occurrence for me. Ya know how they say, "You can't fix stupid." Well, I don't think you can fix clumsy either! And you're going to be rolling on the floor laughing (oh, better be internetically correct ROFL) when you hear how I've hurt myself this time.
So I'm going about the evening doing laundry. I know, I know. I should have known better. I have since given up the habit and I now make the children wear the clothes whether they are dirty or clean. So, I'm walking by a trash bag I have sitting near the front door (it was just too dang cold to take it outside), and I slice open the whole bottom side of my foot on some glass sticking out of it. Now seriously, how freakish is that? So I limp myself to the car and then down to the ER where they have a good laugh and sew me up. But, because it's near the bottom of my foot, I end up having to wear this ridiculous boot and use crutches. Which just means that we are making absolute sure that if anyone in the West Point area didn't know I'm a total klutz, they do now! Then, to make matters worse, Bailey-Gates decides he needs to put his two sense in on the matter and let's the doctor know I don't need pain meds. Seriously! I'm tough enough to deal, he says. Which, I guess could be considered a compliment, if I didn't like Percocet so much! If it weren't a crime I would have assaulted him right there. So here I am, injured, in pain, and dreaming of Percocet. HeHe! On that note.......
Have a greatday! I'll be back soon!
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Comments: 13
But seriously, all kidding aside, I am sorry about the pain you are going through.
I used to have the problem where the doctors assumed that I wasn't in pain because I wear a perpetual smile. Finally, my husband had to tell me, "Quit smiling, they're going to think you're not in pain."
I hadn't realized I was doing it, but since I had been raised to always put a pleasant face on things, I was forcing a smile out of habit.
Feel better soon!