After a nice anniversary dinner at home, I was glad we stayed in. I was more relaxed and at ease. Then we hit Saturday, and I fell apart. I told my husband that I wouldn’t blame him if he traded me in for a newer model! This old one is getting too many dents and dings!
My side eased up from the muscle strain; unfortunately, I twisted wrong – yet again – and the muscles under my rib cage – front and back – started. I felt doomed. It feels like a twisted or sprained ankle – move wrong, and I’m yelping. Back to the ibuprofen!
Then, last week, I got two mosquito bites. I saw it flying around me – no buzz, so it meant it was a stinger! I tried to swat it, but it bit me above my right elbow. I didn’t scratch it despite the fact that it itched so much. No matter, it festered and got infected. Then the same thing happened on my thumb. It was so nasty. If you’re squeamish, look away, but this is how bad it was – blistered and sore. That’s what happens to me with mosquitoes.
Now, I have an antibiotic cream on it, and it’s well bandaged. In the meantime, back on the ranch…
I slipped on my bottom stair, bent my toe under, and it smashed onto the wood floor. There was blood – a lot. I can’t get that one bandaged because it keeps falling off – the bandage, not the toe. While tending to that, we saw a little lump on the side of my instep, below where the big toe is. It wasn’t from tripping; rather, it’s a callus from going barefoot and sliding that foot. I’m a total mess! That’s why I told my husband to trade me in – I have too many miles!
On a good note, the littler guy is still recuperating from the tonsillectomy, but it’s taking some time. He’s finally sleeping again but doesn’t want to eat or drink. They’re forcing the fluids, but letting him just nibble when he wants. Poor little thing – I’m sure his little throat is so sore. His brother had another meltdown last night but went off to kindergarten with smiles. So far, there haven’t been any phone calls from the school! It’s another milestone for him, and I’m praying he does well.
My husband just said he needs to go shopping. Yikes! I hope he didn’t take me seriously!