Fingers crossed...

 So yesterday I had a full day that included a trip to Arlington to drop off some connectors. 

​I had a dermatologist appointment before heading to Arlington, and it was determined while I was there that a mole next to my lip needed to be removed. So I left the appointment with a numb bottom lip and a bandaid on it. Decision time - do I visit my customer with a distracting bandaid below my lip or take it off and instead show off what looks very similar to a fever blister? The bandaid stays.


Before I could head to Arlington, my stomach started bothering me, so I weighed some options and decided, given my situation with the scooter I'm using post leg/foot surgery, it was best for me to stop back at my house first. By the time I arrived, I knew for sure that was the best decision; however, sitting there having hot flashes and sweating and knowing I can’t just run inside to the bathroom presented me with another situation to think through. I decided I didn’t have any options. I clenched, tried to compartmentalize, and hopped to the back door of the car to wrangle the scooter. There’s no easy or quick way to get in the house, because I either have to go down a step to go in the hard-to-open front door, or I have to go up an awkward step and tricky angle through the garage door. Mind over matter I think and in to the garage I go... 


...Where the scooter wheel grabbed something and I didn’t go up the step squarely enough.  Next thing I know, I’m tipping over to the left side, my casted foot slides off, and I land squarely on that foot, pain shoots up my leg and through my foot and calf... that gnarly sort of pain that you imagine the guy in the movie running from zombies with his leg mangled must feel. Meanwhile,  I’m just sort of suspended, because I can’t move in either direction without falling. Finally after many seconds, I managed to pull myself to my right side without falling on any sharp objects (thank you, yoga). I pick the scooter back up, get it up the step while balancing on my right foot, and I lay my left leg back on the scooter seat, and I stand there holding my breath, eyes stinging, and the sort of shaking that happens when you’re in so much pain that you lost control of your muscles everywhere else. BUT!...


I still haven’t crapped my pants, so it’s not all bad news. (So I have that going for me...)


I somehow make it into the house, around all the corners, missing the soccer cleats my boys didn’t put away, cats' tails that lie there unconcerned and entitled, a dog sniffing my butt the whole way... he knows precisely what I'm about to do... and I make it to the bathroom in time to sit, deal my business, and send a request for sympathy via text to my husband and sister. I felt all kinds of relief, including the choice to come home for this. I didn’t even want to think about what I would have had to do if I’d waited and kept driving.


I wait around a bit until the pain in my foot and leg subside. Then I head back out to my car.


About the car...


I exchanged my company car the evening before for a new one, and I felt so fancy having a car with a backup camera, Apple Play, an engine start button, and a smooth ride that doesn't jerk back and forth periodically due to an undiagnosed transmission problem. I was less excited to realize they gave it to me with very little gas and I needed to fill it up as soon as I left my house for Arlington... after an already exhausting and slightly traumatizing beginning to my day. I was even less thrilled when I realized I wasn’t going to be able to just hop a short distance on one foot to fill up, because for the first time in my life I have a car with the gas tank filler neck on the passenger side - amazing timing, right? So to get gas I needed to wrangle the scooter out of the backseat... ah well... I have a new car and a good job... is this a real complaint? No... just a tiring inconvenience. Still, though, it’s only 10am, and I’m already sort of DONE at this point. 


I wish I could say the rest of the day was smooth sailing, but I did end up ripping my dress later and smiled sheepishly at a small crowd who learned from my 7 year old that I may or may not be wearing underwear, and I did also realize later that I had forgotten to brush my hair all day... add this to the fact that I am recovering from an eyelid infection and have no eyelashes on my left eye, and I’m just the prettiest thing you ever did see.

Today is gonna act right. I just know it.

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