This is the week that was...
Straight from HELL. Monday was a wash - half my clients either cancelled or didn't show up at all. Then yesterday, I was running late and pulled into the parking lot at 9:01 for a 9:00 appointment - she had already left. Now to be outdone, I drove over to the elementary school where our summer program is, thinking I'd see kids there. The playground is deserted - good, they haven't broken into groups yet. Get out of the car, coffee in hand, walk halfway to the door, then step on a rock the size of an English walnut, twist my left ankle and fall smack on my right knee. OMFG I thought I was either going to pee my pants or throw up or both. The ONLY good thing - no one saw me fall on my face. But that meant there was no one to help me up, either. I managed not to get any coffee on me, since the cup went flying, but it was trickling down the grade toward me, so I managed to get up. I was wearing jeans, so I was skint on my palms and right on the tip of my knee. I limp inside to find that out of 6 possible kids to see, not a one is in attendance. How nice. I went back to the bloody office and propped up with an ice pack to wait for my next appointment. She came early. YAY! She came in to tell me she couldn't meet with me because she had a migraine (why not call?). BOO! By this time, my knee looks like there's a softball in it and my ankle is beginning to seriously throb. Since this was technically a work-related injury, I decided I better get looked at to cover anything that might go south later. X-rays and poke and twists and a tetanus shot later, I'm on my way home with the news that nothing's broken and some Darvocet. The doc said I should stay off my feet for 72 hours. ROFL! I have clients all day tomorrow and court on Friday. I took today off to be a slug and prop up my feets. I'm not as sore as I thought I'd be, but my knee sure is an interesting shade of deeeep purple.
On the upside, my daughter & her husband decided to move into my grandmother's house instead of moving in with his parents until they could put a "manufactured home" cofftrailercoff on the lot next door. This makes me incredibly happy.
On the upside, my daughter & her husband decided to move into my grandmother's house instead of moving in with his parents until they could put a "manufactured home" cofftrailercoff on the lot next door. This makes me incredibly happy.