But if they did, I'd be buying a case for me!
Seriously...it's almost been hilarious. My life, that is... I just shake my head and say, okay, what next?!!!
Life was rocking along with me working like a mad woman digging in the dirt. Dragging home and planting lots of flowers. Finally feeling a bit of motivation to tackle some of those projects that have been needing some attention and finding any excuse to work OUTSIDE instead of INSIDE.
Then it started.
DAY 1: Bent over while vacuuming to pick up a dog toy and whammed my forehead into the sharp corner of the fireplace mantle. Cute lump and bruise in middle of forehead! While bringing in the meat I had grilled on the rotesserie spicket it slipped and I seared the chubby pad area on my hand creating an awesome blister. An hour later as I hid behind a french door [teasing my dog who likes to play hide and seek] she comes around the corner, sees me and in total excitement, jumps against the door. My little bare piggy toes act as door stop. I am now missing the first 4 layers of skin on two toes.
[let me interject that these band-aids are the best...]
Saying good-bye to that day...I woke up the next day with a frozen shoulder. Very painful.
I had this same condition four years ago and after months of physical therapy it took almost 6 months until I fully recovered. So you can imagine the downer I was doing...
On the bright side, the bump on my head and band-aids on my hands and toes from the previous day didn't seem like such a big deal. LOL!
okay. maybe it can get worse. because it did.
Day Three: breaking out in a terrible rash all over my torso that over a week has continued to spread like wildfire...
Can you say miserable?!!!!
Which caused me to doodle this in one of my journals i keep...
FINALLY, after too many nights of fitful sleep due to the intensity of my rash, yesterday I went to the doctor. I have a nasty case of poison ivy or oak. Have no earthly idea how...but given the severity of my case, I rec'd a big old shot of steroids in the cheek, and will now do a prednisone taper over the next week.
I also couldn't help but think during this time how much I take for granted. There are countless souls who would trade my eetsie-weenie [in comparison] physical setbacks for their chronic conditions in a heartbeat...
So skip that part about me wanting a case of magic band-aids, instead, I hope this latest rash of challenges will cause me to be more grateful...
...more grateful for all those things I take for granted.