Hey, peoples. I figure a week is long enough to go without another update.
Last week while I was recovering we didn't do much, again. At least, if we did, I don't remember it. There was supposed to be soccer practice on Wednesday, but it rained. So we went to a yoga class instead. That was fun, and hopefully we'll get to go again. I had a soccer game on Friday, which went well -- I didn't do any somersaults, but I did get kicked in the foot, and I did run a lot. I think I pulled something in my hip, 'cause it has been giving me pain off and on ever since. On Saturday I bought a mountain bike ... and two hours later I wrecked it. I'm pretty sure it was two hours. At least two hours, yeah.
The bike is fine -- apparently it's a better mountain bike than I am mountain biker. Anyway, I was going downhillish at a moderatish speed and saw a smallish bump coming up, and thought, 'hey, that looks rather jumpish. I think I'll try it,' and promptly after catching a tiny bit of air my bike landed and slid leftish and all of me but my left hand slid rightish. So I have a severely sprained pointer finger joint area on my left hand. It's quite showy, I assure you. And also a largish abrasion on my right shin -- approximately five inches by four inches, with moderate bruising. So, yeah ... lots of fun over Easter. I spent the remaining day on Saturday, from about 3:30 or 4pm on berating myself for being an idiot, and Sunday tired and in pain. But it's much better now. Work is absolutely crazy hectic for me this week, so I daresay that's taking my mind off of it somewhat. Whatever helps, ay?
I did sneak a peek when they were weighing me at the Primary Health location we visited when Rich and I were wondering whether I had indeed broken my hand, and I'm at 194. That was shoes and everything, so I wasn't cheating at all.
So I skipped working out last night, but I'm hoping to do soccer practice tomorrow night, and yoga or pilates one day this week. I just won't be able to use my left hand for anything -- but I think the rest of me is fine. And I've had so many excuses to not do things this last three weeks that I'm getting sick of it (and I know at least one other person who is) and I'm just going to keep doing what I can. Hate to waste a good beginning, y'know?
Anyway, that's my horror story of the week. How's life in the not so painful world.
Oooh, sweet, I can use my finger to type again!! It wasn't slowing me down that much to use just nine fingers, but ten is a little faster.
The Blue Anemone (and purple, and green, and yellow, and red ... etc.)
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