Good morning!
I was a pretty good girl yesterday and I stayed off of my foot. That means that today it barely hurts at all. So, naturally I'm tempted to overdo it again but I keep thinking LA...I'm not hobbling through LA. I mentioned to my daughter that I didn't want to bring my crutches and she said that I had better. I guess I will, but damn, it's already tough enough to get on an airplane. Maybe I should ask for a wheelchair! OOH! I'd be in that group of gimps that gets on first!
YES! What a great idea.
OK. That's about as much as I've thunk so far this morning. I have to go to the store and hobble through the pet food aisle getting enough food for the other mammals in the house to last while I'm gone.
Do the airports have those x-ray machines yet? I don't know if I want to be x-rayed just now. Of course, my hip has been hurting me so maybe they can see if that was broken too. :) I need to know if they can see through my clothes because I have to know how to dress. I'll line my underwear in tin foil. Yeah, that sounds good. Then I'll tell them it's a religious thing. HA! They won't be able to see through MY clothes!
Of course they may make me take my metal panties off...but I love it when life gets interesting.
My daughter called me from the Hollywood sign last night. It was late and I was half asleep so I didn't really hear what she said until I had hung up. She wasn't getting good reception on her cell phone so she explained why and said she would call me today. After we hung up, I sat there and asked myself, "Did she say she was on a mountain? Yeah! She said she was at the Hollywood sign!" Then I worried about her falling off of the mountain for a moment before I fell back asleep. Obviously, I didn't worry too much.
Damn! I can't find my Benadryl. My allergies are going nuts this season. I'm not quite sure what it is that offends me here in Georgia. Whatever it is, I wish it would die until next year. Then, if I can stay out of Chicago in August I should be fine. I'm allergic to something there that comes out in August but in Gogia, it's just spring. Now it's summer. I don't ever remember having hay fever this long. Oh well. I'll just blow my nose all day again.
Oh, yesterday I did exactly what I said I was going to do...I watched movies all day. I watched Glory, Bicentennial Man, Missing and Taxi Driver. I don't know if I can stay still that long for another day. Especially when my foot is feeling better. I think that I can get up and hop around but that's not really too smart. My father was from the school of health care that said, "Act like it works and it will work."
He's certainly old school but I'm glad that he is. I wouldn't have wanted to be raised by some yahoo who thinks all that matters is a kid's self esteem. I wouldn't have a bit of strength in me if my parents were like that. Of course, my father pushed it a bit.
Once I was helping him pass out campaign literature and I fell off some person's porch. I was 14 and I did NOT want to be knocking on people's doors in my own neighborhood. So, when I tripped, he didn't believe that I was hurt. I ended up with a sprained ankle that time but that's not something that my parents took us to the ER for. That semester I got one of only 2 F's that I ever got in my life. It was for gym because I couldn't do anything and my parents never got me a medical excuse. So it's not tough to understand why I would keep trying to hobble around with my fucked up foot now.
You know what? I have to have Benadryl if it means going to the store now. So, that seems to be what I have to do because I can't find either bottle that I have floating around this house somewhere. I'll be back when my nose stops running.
SNNNIIIIFFFFF.
I was a pretty good girl yesterday and I stayed off of my foot. That means that today it barely hurts at all. So, naturally I'm tempted to overdo it again but I keep thinking LA...I'm not hobbling through LA. I mentioned to my daughter that I didn't want to bring my crutches and she said that I had better. I guess I will, but damn, it's already tough enough to get on an airplane. Maybe I should ask for a wheelchair! OOH! I'd be in that group of gimps that gets on first!
YES! What a great idea.
OK. That's about as much as I've thunk so far this morning. I have to go to the store and hobble through the pet food aisle getting enough food for the other mammals in the house to last while I'm gone.
Do the airports have those x-ray machines yet? I don't know if I want to be x-rayed just now. Of course, my hip has been hurting me so maybe they can see if that was broken too. :) I need to know if they can see through my clothes because I have to know how to dress. I'll line my underwear in tin foil. Yeah, that sounds good. Then I'll tell them it's a religious thing. HA! They won't be able to see through MY clothes!
Of course they may make me take my metal panties off...but I love it when life gets interesting.
My daughter called me from the Hollywood sign last night. It was late and I was half asleep so I didn't really hear what she said until I had hung up. She wasn't getting good reception on her cell phone so she explained why and said she would call me today. After we hung up, I sat there and asked myself, "Did she say she was on a mountain? Yeah! She said she was at the Hollywood sign!" Then I worried about her falling off of the mountain for a moment before I fell back asleep. Obviously, I didn't worry too much.
Damn! I can't find my Benadryl. My allergies are going nuts this season. I'm not quite sure what it is that offends me here in Georgia. Whatever it is, I wish it would die until next year. Then, if I can stay out of Chicago in August I should be fine. I'm allergic to something there that comes out in August but in Gogia, it's just spring. Now it's summer. I don't ever remember having hay fever this long. Oh well. I'll just blow my nose all day again.
Oh, yesterday I did exactly what I said I was going to do...I watched movies all day. I watched Glory, Bicentennial Man, Missing and Taxi Driver. I don't know if I can stay still that long for another day. Especially when my foot is feeling better. I think that I can get up and hop around but that's not really too smart. My father was from the school of health care that said, "Act like it works and it will work."
He's certainly old school but I'm glad that he is. I wouldn't have wanted to be raised by some yahoo who thinks all that matters is a kid's self esteem. I wouldn't have a bit of strength in me if my parents were like that. Of course, my father pushed it a bit.
Once I was helping him pass out campaign literature and I fell off some person's porch. I was 14 and I did NOT want to be knocking on people's doors in my own neighborhood. So, when I tripped, he didn't believe that I was hurt. I ended up with a sprained ankle that time but that's not something that my parents took us to the ER for. That semester I got one of only 2 F's that I ever got in my life. It was for gym because I couldn't do anything and my parents never got me a medical excuse. So it's not tough to understand why I would keep trying to hobble around with my fucked up foot now.
You know what? I have to have Benadryl if it means going to the store now. So, that seems to be what I have to do because I can't find either bottle that I have floating around this house somewhere. I'll be back when my nose stops running.
SNNNIIIIFFFFF.
posted by Meg Kelso | 4:53 AM
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